“Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.” 2 Corinthians 12:9
That was then. This is now.
I am oh so weak. I have never in my life, despite my long list of past debacles and personal destruction, experienced a season like the one I’m in right now. A combination of profound loss, grief, sadness, depression, persecution, false accusations, physical sickness and more. Trust me, I could go on and on about the many reasons why I honestly don’t know how I manage to even get to work some days with two shoes on or how there have been days I struggled not to curse another sunrise. But God. Believe it or not, I’m slowly but surely learning that even in my defeated, discouraged, dismal circumstances, that this is a gift from God and it is with this gift that I am to serve Him right now. THIS GIFT.
Weakness. That’s right. He told me weeks ago, “show them your limp.” Oh, I’m limping alright. Crawling, more like it, but guess what? I’m still moving. I’m not just going to sit here and feel sorry for myself or opt-out. God chose this season for me for a reason, and like Paul, I’m going to be so bold as to say that in this weakness I’m counting on God’s power being revealed in me even now more than ever. I am making myself available to Him for whatever His purposes are for my pain. This way I can move on and go about my journey with confidence and courage instead of sitting here dissolved in tears or complaining about something that I can’t do anything about.
I have no idea what He has in mind for me, or for you in your current circumstances whatever they may be, but I say let’s not worry about that. Let’s just accept things as they are and do our bests to be grateful and content, knowing that in the Sovereignty, wisdom, providence, and love of God that at this moment it’s as good as it possibly could be and He’s working all things out for our good.
I challenge you today like God challenges me. He says “Tracie be Pollyanna and play the glad game.” So I do. No matter what has happened that day or what I’m facing, I find one thing about it to be glad about. Even something minuscule or ridiculous. It works. My granny always used to tell me that a grateful heart can’t complain. Plus, it sends the lying serpent whispering death over you back into the hole it crawled out of for the day.
So today I am glad that I confessed my weakness and wrote this post if it encouraged just one person to stand up, keep walking and keep hoping that today just might be the day that everything changes in an instant. God is still God and He is still able. All things are possible for him who believes.
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