I Too Am Weak

Funny how after all these years of opening my chest to expose my heart on pen and paper, on the public eyes of lit pages, I’m still afraid at times of what you the reader would think when you discover that I am just another weak human being. Forgetting so often, that there are more weak ones out there. Other insecurities out there besides my own. 

Just another individual in need of Christ, that is I. I want to be strong, independent, be in need of no thing. To show God how awesome I am. To everyday conquer every responsibility and then some.

But before Him only His glory can shine. Not another glory be worshiped other than His alone for only He is perfectly sinless, perfectly worthy of all the endless praise. 

I want to be like You God. Be perfect, be sinless, be glorious but You invite me into who You are. You dwell within me and shine from within me allowing me to partake in Your glory, Your perfection, Your grace that leads me to Your throne room day after day, morning after morning when I have yet once again forgotten the way back home. 

But each time when I remember Your house, my home, when I walk the steps back to the warmth awaiting me, You run to greet me with a faithful embrace. You take the coat off your back, the ring off Your finger and slaughter the fatty calf to celebrate me returning yet another time. Thank You Abba for always waiting up for me. 

So I’ll come honestly before You again, open my hands and show you the nothing I hold for You to fill it with Your hand. Let You save me again, Show me the power of the Gospel again. 

Praise You Jesus. 

“Blessed are the poor in spirit, for thiers is the kingdom of heaven.” -Matthew 5:3