Strength in Weakness

My weary mind reminds me of the cold days yet to come and distracts me from my list of chores. It is easier to do nothing than face the dishevelled garage, or the pile of mending. I feel like the goldfinches desperately eating to stay warm, but some grains I ponder do not satisfy. As birds flit about consuming seeds, I wonder what will warm my soul on this bleak day?

Jannsens de Warebeke, A Dreamy Girl by a Bird Cage, 1854-1930

Through my freezing thoughts, a promise is remembered.

My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.

Yes, I am weak. Why do I try so hard do deny it? I want to be capable and confident, polished and perfect, sensible and strong. Through my numbed stupor, I pray. Can melancholy be replaced with joy? I may never become the woman I long to be, but I cannot, will not, quit trying.

Then again, gently, I hear,

My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.

Power in weakness. Perfect sufficiency. Strength in grace. It all seems so backwards, yet these seeds nourish my famished soul. Christ is my sufficiency. His grace is enough. Weakness is my testimony to the glory of God. With the Apostle Paul, I proclaim,

I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. 1 Corinthians 12:9

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