Sunday, November 24, 2013

Sunday Psalms and Stories - Pilgrim's Pride

Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good;
  his love endures forever.
Let the redeemed of the Lord tell their story -
  those he redeemed from the hand of the foe.
                                         Psalm 107:1-2

What would a good Thanksgiving be without a pilgrim story? Here's mine:

As I mentioned a couple of posts ago, my family on my mother's maternal side, came to America on the Mayflower. I just discovered this last year and it astounded me.

A descendent of the original pilgrims. This was one of those "blessing in disguise" things. One of those consolations that God often gives us in the middle of a storm. We had to be in the Boston area for a personal family crisis. More than anything, I wanted to take my children to see the Mayflower reproduction ship and Plimouth Plantation, a living history museum.

                                                                fake smile picture courtesy of Dania Rizkallah

It was also my first year as a homeschool mom and I thought what better way to make history come alive? So there we were, checking out the town of Plymouth, on our way to see the famous rock where our family landed. I was so excited about my special heritage.

                 And, did I mention this was about my side of the family? My people? My blood? 

So we get to the ship and my family whines, "This is sooo stupid. This is sooo boring. Way to take us on yet another sucky history trip mom!" I said, "Just wait until we get to the rock! It'll be worth it, you'll see." So we get to the rock…

Insert howls of laughter.
Insert irritated husband.

Well, I was so mad about their attitudes I told them to sit on a bench and wait for me to get back. I was going to see my town come Hell or high water. So I took my camera and I left them and their pitiful selves on a bench. To wait. For me.

      And I complained as I stomped my way up a nearby hill "Why God? Why do they always have to ruin it for me? I know you gave me this gift!"
       I stomped and complained some more and I became that crazy talking tourist. "I'm going to take my own pictures and enjoy my own self in the town of my history. And then I looked up and could not believe my eyes:

Insert howls of laughter.

When pride comes, then comes disgrace, but with humility then comes wisdom. Proverbs 11:2