Weak

It’s 3:00am…why oh why is my son awake? I rush in thinking he’s wet only to find him dry. He’s distressed, had disrupted sleep so I let him climb in next to me. For the next hour I am inducted into Zach’s restless sleep habits. He’s curled in next to me, now he’s on my head, stroking my face, tapping my back, climbing over me. I can’t work out if he’s asleep or not but I know for certain that I am not. An hour on and I decide enough is enough and put him back in his cot and endure his protest.
When sharing with a friend tonight we were discussing that it is often easy to accept a season and press on, often in our own strength and ability, often to our own detriment. I’ve been hearing at church recently about embracing weakness. I desire to embrace the fullness of what it is to be a mother, this is the season of life that God has given to me. I know that I can accept and endure the hard times of this season in my own strength. However, God has more. If I will be weak and humble before Him, I know that His grace will be sufficient for me and meet every need. His strength can carry me through so that I will not only survive but that there would be an overflow of His life for those around me. That is a wonderful gift that God has for me; He has it for you as well.

2 Corinthians 12: 9-10 And He has said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for power is perfected in weakness.” Most gladly, therefore, I will rather boast about my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may dwell in me. Therefore I am well content with weaknesses, with insults, with distresses, with persecutions, with difficulties, for Christ’s sake; for when I am weak, then I am strong.