Sometimes in life I feel like I can't move another inch, and it's a good feeling. It fell on my heart like rawness a few days before the day when I was due to have finished memorizing the many, many Bible verses for Bible Bee. In itself, the Scriptures were overwhelmingly refreshing, but a weakness was upon me...and still is. It was a few days before Bible Bee that this happened, and I cherish it. It is now that it is happening, and I still cherish it. It brings me to reality, this thing called weakness, because when I know I am weak and where I am weak, I see that I am ALIVE. I am struggling. I am living. I am breathing. I am praising God.
When I am so weak inside, waiting on God gives strength. When I must struggle to be still, I know I MUST be still. When I must struggle and rack my brain to think deeply on what I KNOW I MUST THINK ON, I find an unexplainable joy that indeed I have the honor of saying that I am living by the blood shed on the cross for me, because this Jesus, this precious Jesus, has died for a weakling like me, a person who must consciously recognize stumbling points and times when the most important thing is to just LISTEN. When a person just can't take another step, the unexplainable mercies of God are new every morning. That mercy is something I still strive to understand.
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