I Am Weak.
So last week was Week 4. Let me quickly describe how I felt going into it:
My shins felt like someone had just impaled them with a baseball bat, my knees felt like creaky old door hinges, and overall I felt like I could be like Rip Van Winkle and sleep for the next 70 years.
Welcome to camp. And there are 7 more weeks to go. Say hello to the end of yourself, Sarah.
I choose a word each week. This week, I chose to word: WEAK. Going into the week, I very much felt weak. Weak in what I had to offer, weak in strength. But then the Lord blew up my life with the truth of 2 Corinthians 12:9-10 -- "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. That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses . . . For when I am weak, then I am strong."
And listen to what the Lord did while me and my counselors were as weak as can be:
At the beginning of the week, it seemed like the girls were not very receptive to the gospel, to Jesus Christ, and the gift of grace. Their hearts seemed very hardened and that made discouragement very real and apparent. Yet, the Lord was wrecking shop. On Wednesday alone, one of the counselors led THREE of her girls to cabin. Another counselor lead THREE of her girls to Christ by Wednesday night as well. Crazy stories, but an amazing picture of what the Lord did when we couldn't see any fruit or walls breaking down. He was at work all along.
I loved this week for so many reasons, but particularly because of the moment I'm about to describe to you. At the end of the week, after camper share, my counselors and I held one another and prayed to the Lord, humbled, grateful, and rejoicing --- We thanked the Father for displaying His Strength in our Weakness - wrecking shop on these souls and completely taking ourselves out of the equation.
At the beginning of the week, it seemed like the girls were not very receptive to the gospel, to Jesus Christ, and the gift of grace. Their hearts seemed very hardened and that made discouragement very real and apparent. Yet, the Lord was wrecking shop. On Wednesday alone, one of the counselors led THREE of her girls to cabin. Another counselor lead THREE of her girls to Christ by Wednesday night as well. Crazy stories, but an amazing picture of what the Lord did when we couldn't see any fruit or walls breaking down. He was at work all along.
I loved this week for so many reasons, but particularly because of the moment I'm about to describe to you. At the end of the week, after camper share, my counselors and I held one another and prayed to the Lord, humbled, grateful, and rejoicing --- We thanked the Father for displaying His Strength in our Weakness - wrecking shop on these souls and completely taking ourselves out of the equation.
So here is my confession: I am irrevocably weak. But that is exactly what I want to be. Because now I know what it looks like for His strength to be made perfect in my weakness. He wrecks shop on souls, changes lives, and chooses to use us as vessels, even when we are at the end of ourselves. Because at the end of ourselves, we are at the edge of something phenomenal that we cannot take credit for.
For me, being weak has never been so beautiful.
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Thank you Sarah for sharing.
ReplyDeleteI had just been thinking about John 3:30: I must decrease and He must increase. I got stuck on this verse and asked myself how to make Christ increase in my life and what it looks like to decrease Heather--Your posting got me thinking. When we boast about our weakness--He increases!
Anyways...hope all is well and miss your face!!