Wednesday, July 30, 2008

When I am weak, then I am strong.

I am a first born child, and I became a Christian when I was 4 years old. I have always tried to do the right thing and make wise choices. I believe that because of that, I have a wonderful life. But sometimes it can get in the way of trusting God the way that He wants me to.

Sometimes, I find myself worrying that I won't be good enough for the task at hand, or that I won't make the right decision, when really, I should be trusting God to be in control and provide what I need. When I do this worrying, I am not experiencing the kingdom of God to its fullest. I don't have the peace or joy that is available to me as a child of God.

The one time in my life when I was able to do absolutely nothing but trust God, was when I experienced the kingdom of God the most. When I was lying on the operating table, about to be cut open with only local anesthesia, and I didn't know whether I had a dead, alive, or brain damaged baby, was when I felt the closest to heaven or the kingdom of God. I have never felt peace like I felt then. The situation was totally out of my control so I was somehow able to totally put it in God's hands.

After the operation, I felt like God was a celebrity at the hospital. I had so many people telling me that they heard about how God helped me through. I was telling God that I was so glad to be a part of bringing so much glory to Him, when it dawned on me. The time in my life when I did the very least and trusted God the most, He got the most glory. Wow!

Maybe that is what God was telling Paul when He said, " My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness."

And maybe Paul understood when he answered, " For when I am weak, then I am strong."


ann marie said...

That was an amazing post! AMAZING! Thank you for that.

Tiffany said...

Beautiful! I've had my daily devotion for the day.

chewhi said...

beautiful application... thank you

atotallydifferentperson said...

nxSuch an awesome testimony of God's mightiness! I love that story and will always remember it. What is that baby's name again?

MyStory of HiStory said...

Thanks for stopping in/commenting on my Fibonacci/Treasure Hunt blog. Your comment led me here. Well stated! May inspire me to post about that "one time" when I was forced to trust God the most. It didn't have such a happy "ending" - but I certainly was humbled & my faith in God was strengthened as never before.

Julie said...