Someone Compared Me . . . to a Tool!

Writing has shown me a lot about myself.  Sometimes the topics that come to my mind are hilariously stupid.  

Yesterday, one such topic hit me.  I sat thinking about the greatest compliment I've ever received.


This is actually a tough question.  What is the greatest compliment you've ever received?

I thought about it all day.

Would it be that someone said I'm a good mother . . .
 no.

When Mike said I'm a great wife . . .
I LOVED that—but no, not that either.

When someone said I'm more stubborn than a  mule? 
Nope!


What about limitless faith. . .
nope.


Then it hit me!  The greatest compliment I ever received was when someone said I'm better than MacGyver!


Before stating the obvious--that this picture doesn't have a great title--sit back down and read on.
On a side note: Can you believe they actually used this for an ad anyway?  "The only tool you'll ever need!"  They called my hero . . . a tool!  What jerks.

The person said I was better than MacGyver because of this set:


Yes, the model (the Hippie when she was little) is wearing a stylish gypsy outfit, and YES, those are pantyhose that I cut the crotch and feet out of.  MacGyver--not quite, but resourceful--maybe.


So, I thought about the answer to my own question.  Why is this so important to me?  Why did that "MacGyver comment" mean so much?  I finally decided.  It's because I want to be useful.

When everything else falls to crap, I want to stand at the end of the apocalypse.  I'll traipse from the flaming destruction and think I did my best to survive--because I pulled a MacGyver.

Right now a lot of things are up in the air for me. I’m toying with the idea of starting up my old sewing business, even thinking of filming instructional videos. I’m two chapters away from finishing a new novel. And I still can’t figure out what I want. Despite ALL OF THAT, I know everything will work out because someone compared me to a tool and God is watching out for all of us.

It reminds me of when Zeke died.  I couldn't breathe, my brain went fuzzy a lot and if it wasn't for my journal who knows how much of the experience I'd really remember.  But reading back through my words, I think I made it through all right.  I had an awesome God who'll never leave me, and a positive outlook just like MacGyver.

I am really curious, what is the best compliment you have ever received? Does it relate to what is— or you would like to be—your best quality?