Bruce left work smiling. “Interesting woman!” he decided. He’d asked the trim, attractive brunette for a date in the great outdoors and she said she would go fishing with him the next weekend. From the first, she had been a mystery to him, working two jobs and showing up for work at the convenience store in nicer clothes than fit the job.
He knew Dee had fled across an ocean and a continent. Why? Bruce didn’t know yet. He only recognized that this bouncy, stunning woman had brought sunshine into his life and work–whether day or night shift. Life was good.
But it wasn’t an hour later that he grabbed the phone at home and Dee announced, “I’m really not into the dating thing. This is really structured. I’m more spontaneous. I just can’t go with you Saturday.”
When he was convinced after much debate she wouldn’t be swayed, he closed the conversation. “But I’m not giving up,” he said aloud to no one in particular. Then he thought of an answer.
When ringing jarred her awake at 3:30 the next Saturday morning, Dee fumbled to find the phone.
“Dave and I are going fishing. We’d like you to come along. We can pick you up in 30 minutes,” Bruce announced. He then added, “Is that spontaneous enough?”
Dee scrambled from bed, got ready for the outdoor adventure in 20 minutes flat.
But conceding to a date did not include surrendering her independence. She thought she would never, ever again throw a white flag into the battle between the sexes.
Once they stopped near the stream, she volunteered, “I’ll carry the ice chest.”
I’ll help you,” Bruce’s friend Dave offered.
“No, I’ll do it myself,” Dee insisted.
A few steps into the stream, tottering with the weight of the cooler, she slipped on the wet rocks. The white foam ice chest shattered. It was like Abraham’s descendants – pieces that were more numerous than the sands. Bits of the chest bobbed downstream, along with a pint of fishing worms, potato salad, and bagged, seasoned steaks. The cold sodas were intact, however. Dee heard coughing on the shore. Both Dave and Bruce were doubled over with their faces turned from her – or were they laughing?
So began the zany, zigzag journey of Bruce and Dee’s courtship. It led to the realization that they needed each other and God. The Bruce and Dee Team have been happily married more than 20 years now.
Feeling independent and competent? Like Dee, I find that feeling doesn’t last for long. I need God.
It’s not a new idea. Around 500 B.C., God asked the prophet Jeremiah to walk into town for a message. He was to go to the potter’s house, watch and learn. [Jeremiah 18: 1-3] As Jeremiah studied the skilled craftsman working, he saw the process of making a useful vessel isn’t always right the first time. Sometimes a pot is marred and needs to be reshaped. Or sometimes, it needs to be redesigned. A potter pushes it down and begins again with a hunk of clay. And what he or she creates then may be beautiful and perfect for its purpose. It is the same with us and God.
Jeremiah understood. None of us may stand cemented on the pedestal of independence and stay there on our own. We are dependent on God, the Master Potter. We are the clay.
Do you find yourself saying or thinking, “No, I’ll do it myself.”
Isn’t it time to let your Creator help? For what better purpose is trading independence to becoming the remarkable vessel that God makes us to be.
[Jo Russell is a Christian speaker, author of articles, anthology contributions, and award-winning Which Button Do You Push to Get God to Come Out? A Humorous Devotional for Women. available from Amazon.com, her speaking engagements and website, www.button-to-god.com. Enjoy chuckles and speeches, tips and excerpts in website options and weekly blog.]