I fell into a heap of tears this morning, experiencing the full extent of my weakness, fragility, and vulnerability.
Then I began to think of the numerous radio interviews I’ve been doing recently, speaking of hope and God’s work in and through my pain. I started wondering what those listeners might think if they heard my words and then saw me in such a feeble state. Would it seem duplicitous?
My heart was gently reminded that it’s not about being strong…it’s about being submitted. God is not asking me for strength, he’s asking me to surrender.
So today I boast of my frailty in hopes that His power might be perfected in my weakness (1 Corinthians 12:9).