I’ve been thinking for several years about the concept of my frailty as a human. I’m not smart enough (I’ll put in print, just don’t tell my wife. . .but she’s smarter than me). I’m not strong enough (as I am getting older, I’ve gone from running a sub-5-minute mile to being somewhat happy with a sub-10-minute mile). I don’t have enough willpower (can you say “Ruffles have Ridges” and candy orange slices). Yet God is glorified in my weakness.
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. I Cor 12:9
God’s not looking for me to be the expert (and I’m a consultant!!). He’s not looking for me to save the day. He’s not looking for me to figure everything out, strike out on my own with rugged individualism. Instead, He gets the glory when I admit I’m completely dependent on His strength.
I had this conversation with God recently: “God, I don’t understand why X [replace X with whatever it is you are dealing with] is happening to me [substitute “to me” with ” about me,” “around me,” “because of me,” etc.]. I need your help to make it through this.” There was an almost immediate adjustment in my mentality as a result of this simple prayer.
My weakness. His Glory. Forever. Amen.