Strongest

I am at my strongest when I am at my weakest.  God’s strength shows up best when we are weak, 2 Corinthians 12:9.  Why?  Because that is when I stop fighting so much.  That is when I turn for help.  And that is when I roll out of the way and let God be God.

The “me” sneaks up so quietly and easily.  I need to this or I need to do that; making my plans without stopping to pray and seek guidance.

And a big one for me, the I will be strong for <fill in the blank>.  I will be there.  I will help.  And I will stand strong for those I love.  I will even try to look for my own limits.  Until I miss it.

Today I realized I missed it.  It’s easy to do.  As I sat there crying and praying, it amplified some distance I have let seep in.  God never stepped away from me.  My defiant, stubborn, self-righteous self turned a smidge from him.  Not on purpose, but with every “I will”.  With every ” I want”, and “I can”. 

Confidence is good.  Helping is good.  Both of those can even be good together when you fuse them with seeking God’s will. I’ve just been moving in the direction of where I think his will is.  There’s a difference.

Tonight I am thankful that God’s mercies are new every day, that he loves me & you no matter what, and that he never gets tired of me messing up.  Every time I mess up, God is there waiting for me to get back on track.