But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. 10That 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 12:9,10
It's been a hard day. I wish I had read this before I tried to stumble through the day in a bit of a blur, and in mostly a grump.
I don't like being grumpy with people - and normally I can't stay mad at anyone for more than 5 mins, but my boss really managed to push all my buttons yesterday.
I felt so unappreciated, belittled and silly.
Unfortunately I carried that around with me for much of the day. It wasn't helped by the fact that I've felt like an elephant has been sitting on my chest all day, and so just breathing has been a struggle.
The coughing fit that woke me at 2:45am and carried on until after 5am probably didn't help the mode. The drinking of too much cough mixture in absolute desperation, which turns out to be a laxative also didn't help. (But now makes me giggle... what a trade off!!)
Through it all, I sit back now and read those words in 2 Corinthians.
Hi grace is enough for me.... and He's more powerful, more able, more mighty in my weakness, I just need to hand it over, and allow Him to move in all my circumstances. ALL OF THEM!
Not get all picky and only hand him some of the things I'm dealing with.... He knows them all anyway - but being a gracious, loving Father, He sits back and patiently waits for us to ask. For me to humble myself and place my problems at the foot of the cross trusting that He cares enough to pick them up.
And if I believe that He does know the number of hairs on my head, that he knew me and knitted me in my mothers womb, that He sent His one and only Son to die for me....
After all that - how could I not believe that He cares about the little details of my day?
How?
