I wanted to hide away from the thunder and darkness brewing on the edges of my life and wanted to cry out to my Father: “Take it away. I don’t want to face it, I felt weak!” Somehow, through the chaos of everything, the words of Paul started to repeat itself in my head: 2 Corinthians 12:9-10 “But he said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.’ Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses , in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.”
The more I meditated on this scripture, the more I came to realize it’s not that I never weakened in hardships, but it’s God teaching me weakness. I needed to fully grasp and understand what weakness is about. But, most importantly, where the strength comes from in my weakness. The precise, perfectly planned, exact times when He is my Strength. The weaker I felt, the Stronger God was.
This week I faced a lot of “weaknesses”. Each and every time my knees hit the floor, I prayed and asked “Please Father, show me where to draw strength from You out of this weakness”. And He did. Strength came from His Word, straight and direct. Faithful brothers and sisters. From the Works of His Hands in the situations which I thought will burst into disaster like a pregnant thunderstorm. From little flowers showered over my car when there is nothing in bloom close by.
Even when I am weak
God loves me.
Therefore, I will boast about Jesus and the Strength of God.
And I know, for now and evermore, there is no storm bigger that God.
A blessed and devoted week