I know someone who is a gifted professional baseball player, a smart businessman, a good friend, and a strong believer. Everyone knows these things about him. He doesn’t downplay his gifting or pretend that he hasn’t found some distinct areas of strength. He doesn’t ignore a compliment or push off praise. Instead, he accepts it and moves forward, continuing to pursue the open doors that God has before him.
It has changed me to watch this humble young man stand in his giftings, not shy away from them. He reminds me that I can be strong in my strengths as well, and that isn’t selfish or prideful. To see him accept compliments reminds me that those moments are about the receiver and the Giver.
— Annie F. Downs
It may sound as if I’m trying to make up for forgetting our anniversary, but it really is the truth: I’ve learned more about humility from my wife than anyone else. I often joke that her parents like her better—and my parents do, too! And with good reason. Trisha is a delightful person.
A big part of that delightfulness is humility. I’ve never seen her turn a conversation to herself. She is always cheerful when meeting new people. She gives them her time and, with lots of questions, the gift of curiosity. I am less selfish and more thoughtful because of my wife. She blesses others with an open home and an open heart. In humility, she is quick to smile and to forgive. Even if I forget our anniversary.
— Kevin DeYoung
My quadriplegic friend Vicky is a model of humility. Though her spinal cord was severed in an assault 40 years ago, she has fostered a submissive, yielded attitude toward God and His plan for her life. Recently she emailed me, describing how her attendant failed to show up and put her in bed for the evening. But Vicky, bless her heart, tilted back her power wheelchair and slept in it for the night. When I asked if she was resentful, her reply was simply, “Well, at least I was already dressed and sitting up for the next day!” Sometimes humiliating circumstances are God’s best path to developing humility in us—it’s something I remember with every challenge my own quadriplegia presents. And I have Vicky to thank for the lesson.
— Joni Eareckson Tada
One of the great heartbreaks of my life was my biological father’s absence. But the Lord was so good to me. When I was 12, my mom met Charles. And when he proposed to her, he gave me a ring, too. He has been in my life for over 30 years, and I am continually blessed by the way he humbly chooses to do the right thing. I remember when he had the chance to sell a business investment, but selling would have meant putting good people out of work. He couldn’t do that. It wasn’t the right thing. So he passed up the deal. Oh, how I want to be like him. He is my hero, and though we don’t share the same DNA, his imprint on my heart makes me his daughter.
— Lysa TerKeurst
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