I was probably fifteen years old and lounging at my sister’s house. Lying on the couch and holding my nephew out at arm’s length, I was playing airplane with him. He was the imaginary airplane. This five-month-old was very heavy for his age. (My sister must have really screamed when he came forth.) Anyway, with extended arms, I lowered him down too far behind the arm of the couch and didn’t have the strength to bring him back. What do I do? I’m too embarrassed to call for help. I thought, I’ll just hyperextend my body and get him as close to the floor as possible and let him complete the descent alone. It worked for me but was an insult to him. They probably heard him at Mother’s house a quarter-mile away. By the time my sister came in, he was back in my arms and I was trying to get him to be quiet. She asked, “What happened?” I replied, “I don’t know; he just started crying.”
Thinking I was strong and being strong are two different things completely. People can sure be embarrassed and cause damage to others when they overestimate their abilities.
Therefore strengthen the hands which hang down, and the feeble knees,
But the Lord stood with me and strengthened me, so that the message might be preached fully through me, and that all the Gentiles might hear. Also I was delivered out of the mouth of the lion.
Always make sure you are up to the task.
Think about it
Gary
P.S. My nephew is doing fine but is a little overweight for a fifty-four-year-old.