A part of my life was compared to a scene in Little Women, I would feel proud of this because I love Alcott like a lot but in fact it wasn’t a positive comparison. It was one of those comparisons that pretty much tells you that like every character in the book/movie/play/musical…you’re not getting it.
That is really nothing that I can solve on my own, and the person who could help is so not allowed to be involved. So we fast forward to the Sunday evening insanity, we skip a gripe session about my frustrations with peoples inability to follow through on commitments and fast forward again to my shouting match with God.
Oh yes, I went there…and I took it all the way.
And in a moment of cosmic smackdown, when I thought my anger was righteous and my frustration was justified (I believe it went something like, “I never wanted this and I said you could take it back”), I was knocked off of my high horse. Cause in the quiet and the stillness, in the place where I’m scared to trust and take risks, I found myself with one thought… “for in my weakness…Your power is made perfect.”
Let me tell you, it was like having the wind knocked from my sails. And in a deep moment of calm, I remember the awesome things. I set aside my current needs to mold life into a neat and tidy box. Because in imperfection…there is greatness.
Three times I pleaded with the Lord to take it away from me. 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.
2 Corinthians 12:8-10 (niv)