That’s what I used to think anyway. I grew up thinking that I could not be weak, nor could I show others that I was weak. That’s probably why I have worked so hard over the last couple years to get rid of that nasty pride word.
Weak people got walked on. Weak people were last. You have to be tough. That’s the only way to survive. Adding my new favorite word to the end of this sentence: malarkey.
I still struggle to accept weaknesses in myself. It’s gotten even harder lately. I wish I could say I’m passing with flying colors, but it’s been the complete opposite really.
We cannot conquer every weakness at once. It will do nothing but create stress, stress, and more stress. Not to mention
our flesh tends to take over in a big messy way. Saying these words to myself in hopes that message will sink in soon.
I am trying to let these words sink into my heart: That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong. (2 Corinthians 12:10). I am trying.
NOTE TO SELF: God works through our weaknesses. Yes, yes, that’s true. Slowly but surely it will sink into my thick head.
Are you delighting in your weaknesses?
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