As I woke up this morning, all I could say as a prayer was “Lord, keep me weak”. Lately, I have been feeling under attack and highly inadequate. Being in His presence throughout this week with only that word of prayer in my heart, I have come to appreciate my weakness for in them His power comes to full play. I have realized that trying to make myself strong will only lead to fatigue but that’s ok. Jesus’ unending power rests in me.
Whenever I agree with God concerning my frailty in any given area, His grace is available to meet the need. Those who wait on the Lord shall renew their strength.
Daily I confess that I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.
I realize that it isn’t only the devil that makes me feel weak- sometimes, God too. He makes me feel weak to keep me from adopting attitudes that would render me useless in the work of spreading His Kingdom.
And now, every morning, I thank God for the stuff in my life that keeps me weak and dependent on Him. He created me perfect –weakness and all. Through my weakness, My Heavenly Father works mouth-watering miracles.
Abba Father reminds me not to forget:
Noah was a drunk
Abraham was too old
Jacob was a liar
Leah was ugly
Joseph was abused
Moses had a stuttering problem (sometimes I stutter when I am angry)
Samson was a womanizer
Rahab was a prostitute
David had an affair and was a murderer (some men will find comfort in this abi?)
Isaiah preached naked (imagine that)
Jonah ran from God
Naomi was a widow
Job went bankrupt (you should see my account balance at the moment)
John the Baptist ate bugs (imagine eating a cockroach)
The Disciples fell asleep while praying (Guiltyyyyy)
Martha worried about everything (don’t we all?)
The Samaritan woman was a multiple divorcee
Zaccheus was too short (I used to be too thin)
Paul was almost a fanatic
Lazarus, ah, Lazarus was dead.