I must admit that I don’t feel mighty very
often.
Sure there are friends I can offer advice
to.
Sure there are people listening to me.
Sure there are little tasks I can accomplish
by myself and see the difference that I can make. And it feels good to see things
change, people being happy or things getting done.
But what about all these times when I feel
like I can’t do anything?
When I feel everything I start is doomed to
fail?
When it seems I am talking to a wall and no
one is listening?
My might is gone. Vanished within seconds.
I am not mighty. I am weak.
On days like this I have to remind myself
that being weak is not always a bad place to be in. Being broken can be a blessing.
My weakness makes me reach out to the one
who is mighty. Mighty to do anything and change anyone.
Days like these make me look up to him and
rejoice in his might rather than boast in my own attempts of being mighty.
He lifts me up in his mighty hands, sets me
on his shoulders and allows me a little glimpse of what his might can do for me
and others today.
Lord, I am weak today. Will you lift me up?
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Katha, thank you. So honest, so real, so raw. You are a mighty woman of valour. Eshet Chayil!
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