The tough get going. Or so the worldly saying goes. I find myself feeling so weak though lately in trials. Fearful trials of taking care of a poor, sick little girl who has a fever and double ear infection for several days now. She’s not eating much. Only wants to sleep. Exhausting trials of trying to rear a little boy who can be so sweet and vibrant yet so headstrong. But I must not give up. Tough is the last thing I feel and the desire to run away from issues of training and discipline is stronger than the desire to persevere. Frightening how my flesh wants so much ease.
Then, I read these words, “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.”
How contrary to the world’s messages!
And I have been thinking about the words from “A Mighty Fortress” by Martin Luther as well:
On earth is not his equal.
And He must win the battle.
One little word shall fell him.
Let goods and kindred go, this mortal life also;
His kingdom is forever.”