"And He said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weakness." Therefore most gladly I will rather boast in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me". NKJV
This verse has to be one of the most quoted verses in all of scripture. It appears to my eyes that most of us walking around in our earthsuits have to continually refer to verses like these to make it from point a to point b. In human terms, weakness is not the desired state of being. Who do you know that wakes up in the morning and says to themselves, "I want to be weak today"? It isn't my first thought of the day, and I venture to guess that it isn't yours, either.
God is past amazing to the finite human mind. We don't see a fraction of what He sees(I am thinking that is a good thing), and our limited vision tends to lead us to focus on the mountain instead of the travel guide. Yet our God tells us that His grace is sufficient. He goes on to say that His strength is made perfect in that weakness that we often fail to appreciate. Those moments are brief when I enjoy being weak; so much so that I hardly recognize those moments when they come...
Having the power of Christ resting on me is worth wading through all of the perceived junk I have to wade through in order to get to the relief zone. He is so faithful to get us from point a to point b...and beyond. I am thankful today that He is willing to put up with us long enough to accomplish these ends. Yes, I am glad that He is the one with the supply of patience.
Have a cup o'joy,
Lynne
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A-a-a-men, a-a-a-men, a-a-men, a-men, a-men...
I like these musings. You are right about the mountain vs. the travel guide. The crazy thing is, we actually try to lose the travel guide ("why don't you take the day off, Jesus. I can take it from here...") Yes, those are beautiful moments when we recognize the GIFT of weakness and see how it puts us on our knees, close to our Lord, dependent on Him. Thanks
I am glad you liked it.
Have a cup o'joy,
...and a fresh taste of the bread of heaven...
Love,
Lynne
it's funny. this seems to be a theme. steve's post connects to this one in my mind.
That is so neat...how so? I would love to hear it. Perhaps reading Steve's post trigggered something dormant in my cranial lump...
Rock on with your blessed self...
...and have a cup o'joy,
Lynne
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