When weakness is strength…

“Her greatest weakness was actually her greatest strength.”

That’s the conclusion the kids and I came to after reading The Country Bunny.

Cottontail was told she couldn’t become an Easter Bunny because she had 21 kids. But those 21 kids became the key to her delivering the year’s most important egg.

The lesson hit home for all of us.

One of our boys has fought dyslexia since he was 5. And now, he’s a stronger person because he’s learned to overcome.

We’ve got daughter who’s already looked racism dead in the face, picked up her pride, and moved on. And now, she’s a bolder person than I’ll ever be.

Maybe in the past, I felt like Cottontail. Like having 5 kids was holding me back. Like they were my greatest weakness.

But I was wrong.

Our kids have taught me patience. They’ve taught me how to rely on God. How to love. How to forgive.

What we see as weakness is actually strength in the hands of our all-knowing Father.

You want to know my greatest weakness? It’s my sin nature. And I hate it.

But without it, there’d be no grace. There’d be no cross. There’d be no mercy.

Jesus laid down His greatest strength to transform our greatest weakness. He became what we weren’t so we could become God’s child.

It’s not just that His strength is perfect. It’s that it’s sacrificial.

For you then. For you today. Grace.

“For our sake he made him to be sin who knew no sin, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God.” (II Corinthians 5:21)

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In Light of Recent Events…

“Did you hear about the shooting in Africa?” Jeremy looked up from his phone at me. Just last week he asked, “Did you hear about the shooting in Charleston?” And the weeks have been filled with these type questions.

The answer to each was no. I didn’t know about any. He keeps me informed because I block myself from pain. I avoid the news. It easily upsets me and bad news hangs around in my head for weeks.

But we can’t always hide. We shouldn’t. And Jeremy knows this, so he updates me.

And my response to him after hearing all this pain that’s happened recently, “Why doesn’t the Lord just come back?”

It’s a sad world we live in. Sin runs rampant. We live for ourselves. And I’m pointing the finger at myself as I type. I am no different.

I held Kenan as Jeremy and I talked. And the thought came to mind, “God could use our kids. He could use me.” So I said, “We could raise 4 boys who grow up to be men who love God and change the world for Him.”

We beg God to do this.

May I be careful of passing the baton to them while excusing myself to sit back and do nothing. It’s hard to know what to do.

This phrase keeps going through my head. It doesn’t completely make sense, but it’s there. “Mercy forgives. Grace restores.”

The cross. His forgiveness. That has to be the answer. Unconditional love for broken sinners; myself at the forefront.

For me. For our world. “Mercy forgives. Grace restores.”

Father, do what only You can do. Glorify Yourself in this chaos. We are here, ready to do what You say.

“For my name’s sake I defer my anger, for the sake of my praise I restrain it for you, that I may not cut you off. Behold, I have refined you, but not as silver; I have tried you in the furnace of affliction. For my own sake, for my own sake, I do it, for how should my name be profaned? My glory I will not give to another.” (Isaiah 48:9-11)

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An Offering of Spices

My thoughts yesterday morning…

“Woe to you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! For you tithe mint and dill and cumin, and have neglected the weightier matters of the law: justice and mercy and faithfulness. These you ought to have done, without neglecting the others.” -Matthew 23:23

Jesus rebuked the scribes and Pharisees for their tithing. They were giving convenient things, cheap things, like herbs and spices. They were neglecting things that cost them something–justice, mercy, and faithfulness.

Am I only giving what’s easy for me? What am I holding back?

These are the categories I wrote in my journal (yes, another journal picture)…

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Offering of spices:

Offering of faithfulness, mercy, justice:

You see how far I’ve come in thinking about this? Nada.

Show me, Lord, where I’m too comfortable. Where I’m offering You only spices. Move in my heart and make me aware of the weightier matters of giving. What am I holding back? All I have is Yours.