My favorite thing about myself is how weak I am.
The only thing better than being strong is being weak and being held up, held onto by someone who is Really Strong.
I ran from this truth for the longest time. I wanted to believe I was strong, so I hid my weak points. Or more accurately, I hid from them because I didn’t want to face them.
The hard, cold truth is difficult to deny when a loved one is in surgery, for example, or when I hear politics on the news. Then it becomes real clear how powerless I am.
Or when I have to face the fact that my children are growing up and I won’t be able to protect them for the rest of their lives.
Or when a tiny virus brings me to my knees.
Maybe I feel strong when things are going well, but it takes very little to remind me of the truth.
I am not saying being weak is enjoyable. I’m saying being weak and being held onto — oh, that is the good life! And the only way I can enjoy it is to embrace my weaknesses, celebrate them, cling to them like my life depends on them.
Because the weaker I am, the more meaningful his power is.
“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 of my weaknesses, SO THAT THE POWER OF CHRIST MAY REST UPON ME.”
2 Corinthians 12:9
P.S. I am not suggesting anyone should quit trying to be strong. It is not strength I oppose, but conceit. It’s the idea that I am the one who is in control of my life, I get the credit for my success, not God, and I am strong in and of myself. That was delusion and led to misery. The more I surrender my pride and self-reliance, the more unshakable my happiness grows.
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