As I typed my blog subject today, I was reminded of the song “Jesus Loves Me” that I was taught long ago in Sunday school. Within it contains the words ‘…they are weak but HE is strong’ – the ‘they’ describing little ones, or children. I would imagine from God’s perspective, we’re all little, the young and the old. This week, I took ownership of the fact that I a
“What are some of your weaknesses, Ms. Sinnett?”
“Well, sir…I’m always late, I oversleep a lot, I really don’t like people, and, oh yeah…I don’t actually like to work.”
Wouldn’t you love to say that just once for kicks? I’m sure their reaction alone would be priceless. LOL! 🙂
My quiet time last night happened to address the issue of being weak, and it reminded me that the weaker I am, the easier it is for me to open the door to God’s presence and rely on his strength…in all situations. Not everything in life turns out the way we plan or anticipate. Yes, we might get lucky at times and it all comes together, but I’m sure they are few in number. I can plan an event and try to anticipate every possible challenge or obstacle, but when it’s showtime, there’s typically one or two things that will trip me up or throw a wrinkle in everything and I have to scramble to find a solution, and make sure those wrinkles remain unnoticed to the guests. It’s those things though that keep me on my toes and challenge me. What fun would life be if EVERYTHING turned out exactly how we planned? There would be no spontaneity, no accidental friendships (to which I owe meeting my best friend Laura), no chance encounters with a long lost love, no hope of finding new love, no room for creativity or learning new ways to accomplish things, and in my case…no 4th child (he definitely wasn’t planned, but I couldn’t imagine life without him). Nope…life would be no fun at all!
If being weak helps me become more dependent on God, to guide me toward His plan for my life and not stress about my own plans, the
Until next time…