We Can’t Live Life without God
I know this sounds like a paradox, but my greatest strength is my weakness. It is realizing I can’t live life without God. I need His help. I need His salvation. Knowing Jesus is with me gives me the strength to live each day.
As some of you know, I’ve been diagnosed with anxiety disorder. Things that most people take in their stride stress me out. I can go from having a pain in my hip to having a hip replacement in a few seconds. My mind can go there.
St. Paul told us about his “thorn in the flesh” that he couldn’t do anything about. He asked the Lord to remove it so Paul could be more effective in his ministry. Wouldn’t God want that? And yet, the Lord told Paul that his weakness would display God’s strength. It is in our weakness that God steps in and pulls us through. And we are forced to admit it was God. We need that.
King David was quick to admit God’s help in battle. He admitted it was due to God’s purpose for the nation of Israel rather than David’s own skill. It was God that kept David’s ankles “from turning on the path.” The psalms say, “Unless the Lord builds the house, they labor in vain that build it.” David admitted, “With God’s help, I can scale a wall.”
The Lord Helped Me
Shortly after my husband died, I was cutting down some banana plants and I had to drag them to the curb to be picked up. When my strength was gone, I said, “Lord, help me.” He did. I got my second wind and finished the task. That memory is indelible in my mind. I remember the moment clearly. Another time, my finger would have been smashed in the garage door if the Lord hadn’t given me the strength to lift it enough to get my finger out. That sticks in my mind as well.
God Comes Through!
I’m sure all of you can remember feeling weak physically or spiritually and crying out to the Lord. You were forced to rely on His power and He came through for you. Don’t be embarrassed to admit weakness. Because that is the source of your strength from God.
Blessings on your spiritual journey!
The Farm Girl & the African Chief
I describe my journey of faith in my memoir of my love story. During the 1960s, I married my anthropology professor who was a hereditary African Chief of the Mende tribe in West Africa. This led me to visit Africa a number of times and live in his remote village for a year with our 3 boys doing lay missionary work. I certainly didn’t do things perfectly. And yet, the Lord has been so gracious in my life! I can only praise and thank Him!