Strength

 

I have no strength.

We learned in Sunday school on life and how we should cherish it. I do think life should be cherished. Its been given by God. I cherish the life of others...

 

But my own…

 

I confess I don’t cherish my own as I should. I am thankful and desire to do Gods work. I just hate this flesh. At any time Id be happy to be called home to glory. I am ready. I am tired.

 

I fear my flesh. I fear not pleasing the Lord. I know who I am and that is a person who struggles. The struggle is unbearable sometimes. Wrestling in my mind. Wanting to choose my flesh. Yet wanting to please the Lord and knowing good and well the consequences of sin and the road of destruction.

 

I have told God many times, take my will, I don’t want it. Make me Yours and Yours only. I want no part of me.

 

I deal with depression and anxiety sometimes. I have bouts of it. I have absolutely NO reason to be depressed and absolutely no reason to be anxious. I am blessed beyond measure. My cup runneth over. I can tell myself this all day. Yet sadness clings to me like a weight.

 

I have no strength in this. All I can do is lift my eyes up to heaven and cry out to God.

Save me.

 

2Co 12:9 And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.

2Co 12:10 Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in necessities, in persecutions, in distresses for Christ's sake: for when I am weak, then am I strong.

 

Through it all, I have seen God answer as this verse says.

 

His strength is made perfect in my weakness.

 

Though we all have different areas of weakness. Our weaknesses, trials, and struggles are what God uses to bring us to Him. As hard as it is. I am thankful. Because there is no other place I would rather be than clinging to His feet.

 

I must remember, the mountain top is a beautiful view and a glorious feeling.

 

But, the valley is the fertile ground where the soil is rich, perfect for growing.

 

♫It is enough that Jesus died,

And that He died for me♫

 

♫Prone to wander Lord, I feel it

Prone to leave the God I love

Take my heart and seal it

For Thy courts above♫

 

2Co 12:9 And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.