A Moment of Weakness

I’m a processor. Whenever I get asked a question, whether of little importance or great, I need time to gather my thoughts. If I have to give an immediate answer I usually reply with some jumbled mess and then later on think of all the things I should have said, meant to say, and actually think.

I was reminded of this a few days ago. Combine my need-time-to-process-personality with past-due-date-pregnancy-hormones and you get a bit of a messy, awkward situation.

But as I laid in bed wide awake in the middle of the night, I was reminded of two things. First, it’s ok to say I don’t know and I need a little time to figure it out. When I am more aware of what I need and how to react in certain situations, that's when I can fully accept and appreciate who God made me to be. And second, it’s ok to cry. Depending on the situation, crying can make me feel weak. But that’s ok. Indeed, I am. And when I admit I am, that’s when I can fully accept my complete dependence on God and know He is my strength.

So when you feel all eyes are on you, backed into a corner, and just want to either put on an invisibility cloak or holler and run away, be encouraged knowing you were created with purpose and intention and are so loved and cherished. No matter how alone you feel, Jesus is with you. No matter how misunderstood you feel, Jesus knows you better than you know yourself. No matter how embarrassed you feel, Jesus is ready to comfort you.

His grace sustains and His mercy renews. He can use any situation to bring you closer to Him. And He can use even the silly, little things we go through, or put ourselves through, to teach us more about ourselves, those around us, and Himself. He is good and faithful. And this life is full of beauty and grace.