Weakness

I never used to be weak.  I was able to handle just about every thing life, my husband, and the devil threw at me.  I was not easy, mind you, but I handled it.  I am sure God was with me, giving me strength, but I am not sure I ever gave Him credit.  I was independent and strong.

Then my kids grew up and did not need me and I did not need to be independent and strong for them anymore.  I did recognize my need for a better relationship with God and asked for that.  So God changed the game plan for my life.  The troubles life, my husband, and the devil threw at me were no longer enough to get my attention.  God brought in the big guns: a certain alleged counselor and then my dad. They were used and equipped by the devil to bring about havoc in my life. 

These two men were allowed to attack me at the deepest core of my being, rendering me completely weak and helpless and I am convinced they relished every moment of my destruction.  All the while, God held me and comforted me and taught me what I needed to learn from their brutality and insensitivity.  

God taught me to be weak and embrace that weakness and that weakness is not a bad thing when it teaches me to lean fully on Him.  God has become the loving, caring Daddy that I can fully trust; one that I never had.

Am I a perfect creation now?  By no means!  However, I am at peace in my relationship with God and Jesus Christ and they continue to teach me on a daily basis.  What more could I ask?