“for when I am weak, then I am strong”
2 Corinthians 12:10
Yesterday was a crazy day. An appointment in the morning, home by lunch, then I needed to do some laundry, tidy up a little and do several things to prepare for my son’s American Lit class at 4:00. It was my turn to host. And believe me, you haven’t lived until you’ve discussed The Scarlet Letter with a group of fourteen-year-old boys.
Then I needed to take said carload of boys to Bible study. I help out at class, so I got home about 9:30 last night. And all of that was with fairly strong back pain because of something I did on Sunday. So everything I accomplished was slowly and carefully so as not to aggravate whatever I tweaked.
A busy, laborious day. I got through everything I had to do, exhausted and headache-y by the end. I was painfully aware (literally) that everything I accomplished was through His strength in my weakness. And I was so glad of that.
You see, I’ve been a mom for 17 years now. I’ve been a teacher for twelve, and a wife and homemaker for 24 years. I know what I’m doing, and it’s really easy for me to feel like I’ve got it all well in hand. Sometimes I think ~ dare I say out loud ~ that I don’t need Him. I’ve got this. I mean, I never consciously think that, but neither do I ask for His help on a daily basis, to do all that my roles ask of me.
The days I think I’m doing well, I’m at my lowest. Any day that I’ve got the reins, I’m keeping Him from doing all He could be in my life. I underestimating His power… ignoring His wisdom. Isaiah 64:6 says we are all like an unclean thing, and our righteousness like filthy rags. You see? The best I have to offer pales in comparison to His work in my life. Yet way too often, I have a tendency to try and fly solo.
But when I’m weak, I lean on Him. And all of a sudden, my worst day… is my best.
~ “You are my Lord,
My goodness is nothing apart from You.” ~
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