For when I am weak

June 24, 2016 , In: TEACH
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I don’t do weakness well. I know it but it’s often an unwelcome, poorly-timed friend, sneaking in just when I’m excited to plan ahead, to get things done, to have it all together.

In the Philippines, I’d literally get sick one day of the year but my lovely Melbourne has seen my bones of 28 years grow weak and weary.

Perhaps it’s the chill or the unfamiliar bugs my immune system is still getting to know.

Perhaps it’s this arthritis and the many tablets that both heal and hurt.

How apt that my Heavenly Father timed for us to read Psalm 6 today.

Lord, be kind to me because I am weak.

Heal me, Lord, because my bones ache.’

 

Then I’m brought back to the story, mighty and true. You’ve heard it before but hear it like new…

Shepherd-boy David faced the Philistine giant Goliath. He faced him with no sword but with the name of the Lord. He declares it in 1 Samuel 17:45.

You come against me with sword and spear and javelin but I come against you in the name of the Lord Almighty.

 

The story’s been told and re-told, David wins with mere sling and stone.

Did you notice where David’s confidence lay, his victory sure?

In the Almighty Maker of Heaven and Earth. He remains unchanged, reigns still today.

Uncertain I may be about the giants I face… is it the disease? My unbelief? Victory is sure as my Lord is Almighty and His love is complete in Jesus.

He who did not spare His own Son.

A beautiful mystery, a miracle, a mercy.

My weaknesses might linger but may He make my heart right, that I listen when He whispers, ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.

Then like the apostle from long ago, ‘I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me… For when I am weak, then I am strong.’

A beautiful mystery, a miracle, a mercy.

 

May the Shepherd be praised for His care for His sheep – bringing her in, keeping her safe as she gets ahead of herself and thinks she’d do fine on her own.

May the Potter be praised for His creation of clay, holding up only through His loving, transforming hands.

Questions and comments

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    This is a beautiful writing but I can feel the struggles you are having because you are hurting to the core. Praying to our Jehovah Rapha for your complete healing. I love you Rach.

Rachel Herweynen

Teacher & Traveller

Alive because of Jesus - a teacher, traveller and wife of a photographer. I write to learn, to help and to be thankful.

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