When I am weak, then I am strong

Sometimes I notice things the first time. Other times I need to see them several times in order to recognize God put them in my life for a purpose.

Today was one of those days. First I saw the verses on a friend’s Instagram post, but I glossed over them. Then they were my Sweet Blessings scripture writing assignment for the day. I paid some attention this time. By the time I saw them a third time, their message was sinking in.

You see, life isn’t always what it looks like from the outside. On the outside, the house may be clean, the kids dressed, my make-up on, but inside there is a struggle. I feel so overwhelmed and inadequate so much of the time. (I think we all do!) The kids fight. I yell at the kids. I clean and cook and clean again. The kids fight some more. I run up the stairs to change another dirty diaper (while the kids fight–again). It’s mundane. It’s wearisome. It’s life-changing. Or is it? Yes, it is, but not in the “rescue someone from a burning building” kind of way.

It may not be saving anyone else’s life, but it is changing mine. Every hard day reminds me of my need for God. Every night I’m up and facing the exhaustion of another sleep-deprived day I’m reminded I need His strength.

So when I’m exhausted and weary heart and soul, I need to read, really read, II Corinthians 12:9-10: “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. For the sake of Christ, then, I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities. For when I am weak, then I am strong.”

Paul begged God to change his circumstances and remove the thorn. But when God told Paul that His’s power was evident through Paul’s struggle, Paul’s attitude changed.

Paul’s response overwhelms me: “I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me.” When my weaknesses are overwhelming, that is when Christ’s power is displayed. The weaker I am, the stronger Christ becomes. When was the last time I wanted to appear weak so Christ could appear strong?

I’d rather appear strong. I get upset when I don’t feel or look that way. We all do. Christ is shoved in the corner, sort of like a magic genie–unnoticed until we need something. So I need life to be difficult–not all the time, lest I become totally weary, but often enough so that I’m reminded to look to Christ as my source of strength and not any accomplishments of my own.

And so I’m being changed–saved from my own self–every time I let go of my own pride and accept Christ’s power at work in my life. And his power is far and above anything I could produce on my own. That’s the amazing miracle of progressive sanctification. I’m saved once and for ever, but I’m being saved each and every day. I just have to step back, stop fighting, and let Christ work through me.