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.
~ II Corinthians 12:9-10
This is certainly not a new truth, but one that is being revived in my heart and this new life to which we have been called.
I have affirmed again just how weak I am. The brokenness which yields faith that gives eyes to see the Grace that passionately pursues is then able to embrace weakness. Why? Because here is an opportunity to bring Glory to the Only One Worthy. As the knowledge of my weakness leads me to call out to He who is ALL that is Strong, I then am able to prove my faith. This is Who He says He is :: My Strength. My Life. My Song.
And He who is faithful will never, ever, EVER abandon the cry of the weak. Rather, He delights in my weakness, knowing that it leads me to Him.
Probably the darkest part of this journey since we moved overseas, is the presence of those nagging lies. At the core there is a thousand ways known that terrifying fear that I am going to sink this ship and ruin my husband’s calling and the great opportunities in store for my kids in a life overseas.
And no affirmation from any person can defeat that lie. No amount of self-talk can climb out of a pit where that darkness mires. There is only one way out and it is always, always, always the better part ::
The gaze of my soul upon a saving God.
The eyes of my Beloved Savior saying,
“Dear One, this is why I have come. Bring to me your tired and weary and weak, your oh-so-weak. They are jewels waiting to be harvested in the Great Mystery of the Father and I coming to make our Home in YOU. Through the power of My Love, My Own Dear Self being made your very own, you shine like a star in the Heavens. The conduit of the light that changes you and lifts me up before a watching world, is the fabric of your frailty.”
And there is victory here alone. And I have known defeat enough to taste the sweetness of this victory. And I shout a cry of joy from the depths of my soul for the calling to a life where the stepping out is the only way. And, most, I thank Him for all of my weakness and the Much Afraid that does not conquer new things easily. For it is His way of making my life a song where He.is.All.the.Glory.