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
I don’t know about you, but I hate feeling helpless. It is
one of the worst feelings out there. Knowing I can’t do anything to help my
situation makes me feel absolutely frustrated, but knowing I have a God who can
do anything makes me feel absolutely comforted. It’s so hard to “embrace”
helplessness with open arms. I often tell myself I can still do it, even when I
know I can’t.
Yesterday at work, I felt helpless. Because I am stressed due to finals, projects, presentations, etc, I have become sick. My voice is almost gone, and when working with children, that’s not a good combination. As I started out the day, my voice was rough, but I felt like everything was going fine.
Then the afternoon hit.
I became tired, overwhelmed, and stressed, and on top of that, my voice was getting worse. As I tried to lead my 1st graders and direct them, it became very evident that it wasn’t going to be smooth sailing. My “voice” was not going to overpower them. I was given a situation where I did not know how to handle it, and frustration poured in. At one point in the afternoon, I felt tears well up in my eyes. I felt helpless. And there was absolutely nothing I could do.
Talk about humbling.
I had to rely on my wonderful co-workers to talk loud for me and on the mercy of my 1st graders-that they would listen and be quiet if I needed to talk. As frustrated as I was, it became very evident that we all need help at some point. Mine happened to be that I couldn’t talk loud; another persons may be that they need to vent or get advice.
Yesterday at work, I felt helpless. Because I am stressed due to finals, projects, presentations, etc, I have become sick. My voice is almost gone, and when working with children, that’s not a good combination. As I started out the day, my voice was rough, but I felt like everything was going fine.
Then the afternoon hit.
I became tired, overwhelmed, and stressed, and on top of that, my voice was getting worse. As I tried to lead my 1st graders and direct them, it became very evident that it wasn’t going to be smooth sailing. My “voice” was not going to overpower them. I was given a situation where I did not know how to handle it, and frustration poured in. At one point in the afternoon, I felt tears well up in my eyes. I felt helpless. And there was absolutely nothing I could do.
Talk about humbling.
I had to rely on my wonderful co-workers to talk loud for me and on the mercy of my 1st graders-that they would listen and be quiet if I needed to talk. As frustrated as I was, it became very evident that we all need help at some point. Mine happened to be that I couldn’t talk loud; another persons may be that they need to vent or get advice.
Throughout the afternoon, I was venting my frustration to
God. Why did this have to happen during the last two weeks of school? As if I
didn’t have enough stuff to do already. God quickly convicted me that I am
trying to glorify myself through what I am doing. I wasn’t glorifying God
because I wasn’t completely relying on Him. I was relying on my own strength,
and it failed me.
I am constantly amazed to see how God takes my brokenness and makes it beautiful. I get to experience God is so many different ways and see how amazing my Heavenly Father is. It is always in those moments where I am helpless. Being helpless is not a burden-it’s a blessing.
I am constantly amazed to see how God takes my brokenness and makes it beautiful. I get to experience God is so many different ways and see how amazing my Heavenly Father is. It is always in those moments where I am helpless. Being helpless is not a burden-it’s a blessing.
As God laid this on my heart, 2 Corinthians 12:9 popped into
my head. I quoted this verse, and it hit me how I need to BOAST in my weakness.
The power of Christ will rest in me. I don’t know about you, but when I thought
about it, I felt comfort and peace like no other. Every semester seems to get longer and harder, but it’s a
perfect place to embrace weakness and rest in God’s strength.
My prayer is that God can be glorified through your weakness. Remember that God is doing something through your weakness, even if it’s something as minor as losing your voice. What a comfort to know that I don’t control my life. If I did, man, would my life be messed up!
Happy End of the Semester!!
With Blessings,
Heather
My prayer is that God can be glorified through your weakness. Remember that God is doing something through your weakness, even if it’s something as minor as losing your voice. What a comfort to know that I don’t control my life. If I did, man, would my life be messed up!
Happy End of the Semester!!
With Blessings,
Heather
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