There are days when I feel just like that precious little girl in the photo.
Somebody pick me up. I’m too little to get there myself. Somebody help. Anybody?
Ok, I know I’m wearing big boy pants now and shouldn’t need as much help as I used to. But there are days… I’m just sayin’.
Days of unendurable physical pain. Days of deep, dark, smothering depression. Days of abject loneliness in the midst of a million people.
There are days…
Thankfully, I am learning (note present continuous tense of verbiage) a two thousand year-old lesson from a guy named Paul of Tarsus.
“I was given the gift of a handicap to keep me in constant touch with my limitations. Satan’s angel did his best to get me down; what he in fact did was push me to my knees. No danger then of walking around high and mighty! At first I didn’t think of it as a gift, and begged God to remove it. Three times I did that, and then he told me, My grace is enough; it’s all you need. My strength comes into its own in your weakness.Once I heard that, I was glad to let it happen. I quit focusing on the handicap and began appreciating the gift. It was a case of Christ’s strength moving in on my weakness. Now I take limitations in stride, and with good cheer, these limitations that cut me down to size—abuse, accidents, opposition, bad breaks. I just let Christ take over! And so the weaker I get, the stronger I become". (2 Corinthians 12:7-10, The Message)