“… I was given the gift of a handicap to keep me in constant touch with my limitations. Satan’s angel did his best to get me down; what he in fact did was push me to my knees. No danger then of walking around high and mighty! At first I didn’t think of it as a gift, and begged God to remove it. Three times I did that, and then he told me,
My grace is enough; it’s all you need.
My strength comes into its own in your weakness.”
The last two weeks have been hard. Hard like, how many more hits can I take before I break. I had no idea what I would write for my post. I didn’t have anything good to say. I haven’t been much of an artist or a good human lately. But with great difficulty, I shamefully tell you that I finally unbent my pride far enough to acknowledge that I need God. And then I pushed through just enough of my fear to remind myself that when I speak, God hears me. In fact he is with me.
With me when I write.
With me when I feel afraid [alone, hurt, depressed, angry, co-dependent]
With me in the dark.
With me in sheer bliss.
With my artist psyche.
So today I’m writing in faith. That He is enough. That He is strong most evidently in my weakness. Today I am weak but I believe.
“Once I heard that, I was glad to let it happen. I quit focusing on the handicap and began appreciating the gift. It was a case of Christ’s strength moving in on my weakness. Now I take limitations in stride, and with good cheer, these limitations that cut me down to size—abuse, accidents, opposition, bad breaks. I just let Christ take over! And so the weaker I get, the stronger I become.” [2 Corinthians 12:7-10]
What are you standing up against today? Declare a bit of faith with me!