Sunday, August 14, 2016

Weak and Without Power



I was holding it together until the toaster fell on my head.  Moving isn’t easy at the best of times but with my husband away, I was feeling more than a little overwhelmed.  Maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad if I hadn’t misplaced my electric toothbrush recharger.  Have you ever brushed your teeth with a dead sonicare?  The stupid thing had jumped into a box while I wasn’t looking and I had spent the better part of half an hour trying to catch a glimpse of it in the cardboard towers in my living room.  Flopping down in defeat resulted in a minor balance issue, which brought the toaster down with a crash.  About then, I decided I was being persecuted by the universe.  I curled up on the couch, the only piece of furniture left that was readily accessible, grabbed some tissue and had a cry.

Being able to move was actually a blessing, but at that moment it didn’t feel like it.  I was depleted in pretty much every area yet the demands didn’t stop.  Every morning there was a new list of problems to solve, errands to run and details to organize on top of the regular care and feeding of three offspring.  As I cried myself to sleep that night, I decided I would need to call friends for some help the next morning.  I lay on the couch, ice pack on my head and thought, “I’m done.  I cannot do this.  Maybe someone can help me find new momentum in the morning.  Otherwise this move is not going to happen.”

When I awoke, I peeled myself off the pleather groggily and sat up.  I took inventory of my person.  My head had stopped hurting but everything else ached.  I put on the kettle and phoned my prayer partner.  A genuine morning person, she wakes up an hour or two before I do.  When I’m in need she is a well spring of encouragement, when I’m grumpy I want to drown her in the well spring in order to tone her enthusiasm down a bit.   This morning I was in need and grumpy, so I found her equal parts encouraging and maddening.  Her zeal for my move well exceeded my own.  In truth, I wanted to God to sweep in from the heavens and send me magical moving angels.  She was all about me rising up and taking the kingdom one moving box at a time.  We drank tea, (she drank coffee) chatted and she prayed me up until I felt like I had the fortitude to face the next 12 hours.  

After the call I was in need of more reinforcement so I sat down in front of my concordance and looked up scriptures to do with strength.  I was sorely in need of some truth and didn’t even mind if it was applied out of context.  I started hunting.   Lest you think me spiritual, I will fill in some of the running commentary in my head while “meditating” on the word of God.

I can do all this through him who gives me strength. Phil 4:13 – Fabulous scripture but it just makes me mad.  I have a really bad attitude.  I don’t want to overcome, I want to be delivered.  This one makes me sit on the floor and pout.  Perhaps putting myself in time out is going to be necessary…

but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint. Isaiah 40:31 – Arrg!  I am fainting.  I am not an eagle.  I’m like a chicken with mange.  Can chickens get mange?  I’m too old for this, I’m not even standing let alone walking.  Dear Lord, what am I doing wrong?  Where did my faith go? I’m a carnal Christian I’m sure of it.  This is what I get for looking at birb and food subreddits.  I’ve lost my faith and am going to hell.

He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. Isaiah 40:29 – This is more like it.  There is still hope for me.  Weak.  That sums it up.  Thank you Lord that you don’t despise me in weakness.  Thank you that you have time for me when I’m such a toad.  Please help me today.  You got me through yesterday, you will do it again.  I’m sorry I’m looking at my feet when I should be looking at your face.  Please give grace.

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. 10 That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong. 2 Cor12:9-10 – Back to the weakness issue.  I do not like weakness.  I like looking good.  But that’s not an option.  Lord, I’m needing help.  Help slowing down and getting help.  Give me eyes to see your grace, and the grace to be thankful and accept it.

Two weeks out from my move, I am reviewing God’s faithfulness and the many ways he showed up when I was in deep need; tired, weak and overwhelmed. The truth of it is, even when I’m on my game, my best efforts are not enough to merit God’s grace and intervention.   God acts out of his love and kindness.  I’m deeply thankful to those who serve the Lord and who helped me through.  I guess I just want to testify…

Danielle: I reserved a 17 ft truck and you offered a 10 ft truck 30 miles away.  You are probably not evil.  You are good at making your company money.  When I picture you, I envision you with three heads.  I’m sorry for that.

Criff: Thank you first and foremost for being a foot and half taller than me.  Though I almost killed myself in your garage storage space trying to find the drop cloths, you packed the van and organized like a pro.  I would not have moved without your help.  Deep appreciation.

Darrell: You are one of the nicest people on the planet.  Do you help all your wife’s crazy friends?  Seriously.  I think we need to find you a hobby.  For being so easy going and kind, thank you.

Sara & Dennis: I don’t know anyone who would spend the last three hours before their holiday helping someone move.  You are truly wonderfully.  Such kindness. After spending time in your presence, I can rest assured my furniture has heard the gospel and is saved. 

Loises: I lack words.  If we were travelling with the Israelites in the desert, you would be the one battling the Midianite raiders.  Watching over the stragglers and the weak, your ministry is amazing.

Mara: My children bless your name.  They would have starved without you.  I hadn’t had a casserole in over 5 years.  Do I have to move to get another or can I bribe you?  Thank you friend.

Jana: For having the enthusiasm to go the extra mile.  You put the enegizer bunny to shame.  I am so proud of what you have become. E and L for spending your summer days with us.  Thank you, thank you, thank you. 

Selina: For actually remembering I was moving and coming by to help.  So very kind of you to spend your time that way.  Glad to be in your hood. 

Homeschooling teens:  Hardest working, strangest, and most fabulous work crew ever.  I watch your work ethic and it makes me so glad I have chosen to raise my girls with you. 

Girlies: You are amazing and I love you.  Good work.  May God grant you joy in your new home.

Husband: Even though you were absent for this one you funded the entire thing.  You are a very good man.  Next time, we pay someone else to do this.  Thank you for loving me.  Never go away again.  

I’m thankful Lord, for the many ways you blessed me during this last month.  Thank you for a new home, and friends.  For the lesson of being weak and watching your faithfulness as you shore up lack.  You are good and your mercy endures forever. 

And so I'm praying for you this week my friend.  That you too, would have eyes to see the ways in which the Lord loves you and provides in your weakness.  May He be proved strong this week. 


xoxKaren

P.S.  Did any one of the aforementioned amazing people see where my toothbrush charger went?  Let me know if you did, it’s still missing. 



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