My Weakness His Grace

A rough weekend. We took Jonathan to events, some because he’d enjoy them, some because we didn’t have help. He’s done pretty well lately, especially with music. Not this weekend, though. Restless, unhappy vocalizations, constant motion– he just couldn’t enjoy himself, and neither could we. In retrospect, I think he wasn’t feeling well and I had a touch of something. As the weekend progressed, a heaviness began to settle over me. Irritability, worry…how was I going do this long term? After all, I’m not getting any younger. Jonathan keeps getting stronger. Tears. Watching Madam Secretary –a great escape, but it fell short. A half-hearted google search on strength in weakness surprised me--the “Word of God [truly] is quick, and powerful, and sharper than any two-edged sword… and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart.” Heb 4:12 (emphasis added.). Verse after verse pierced my heart and addressed my fears. In a matter of moments, the Word of God routed an entire weekend’s hard work by the enemy to discourage me. Imagine….

Me: I’m weak.

God: My grace is sufficient for you. My power is made perfect in weakness.

Me: So, my weakness is the perfect platform for your power?

God: That image’s too static.

Me: I don’t like the sound of this…I get stronger eventually, right?

God: I’m the strong One here. My spirit keeps operating through you making you more like Jesus. He became perfect through His suffering. (Heb 2:10).

Me: I never liked that verse. Where’s the cheerful, glass half full part? I’m always going to be weak?? And why did Jesus have to suffer to become perfect?

God: You don’t like the power of my Holy Spirit flowing through you, experiencing My joy, My presence, My love for you? Jesus got that.

Me: Oh. Yeah. It’s you. In person. Thank you, Lord! I sense your presence right now!

….I confess, I’ve been worrying about getting older.

God: Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall;

but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength.

Me: So, my solutions wouldn’t have been solutions anyway? Like being younger, or richer?

God: Keep taking those thoughts captive!

Me: You’re taking my thoughts captive:)

God: I know:)

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