This is Grace

Poetry

During some time of reflection today, I found myself thinking “wow, I have been blessed to be given so many weaknesses!” Wait, what? That sounds a little backwards. But the thought process that led to that conclusion is this: In every weakness I’ve experienced, I find it very hard to pass judgement on someone else for the same offense. I have too much understanding as to how they could be in that situation or that struggle, how the weaknesses occur and trap us and how those situations don’t solely define who the person is inside. This frees me from feeling any right or obligation to judge them. And when judgement is removed, love and good intentions seem to fill its place.

“Do you judge another people? You your-selves have done wrong things. So when you judge others, you judge yourselves, because you do the same things. You judge them and yet you do the same things.” (Romans 2:1)

Thank You for my weaknesses

For they have taught me grace

So let us give grace

and when we can’t…

let us give love

and when we can’t…

let us leave them in the hands

of the One who can and does.

Help Each Other

Poetry

Wherein you suffer

That’s where I give you hope

Where your weakness lies

That’s where I teach you to cope.

Then when you see someone else

Hurting the same way as you

You’ll have the experience and knowledge

to lend a hand and help them too

My Pain

Poetry

It’s taken me captive 

Been ruthless and cold

Gripping my heart

Unwilling to let go

I’ve pressed on despite it

Used it to grow

Gotten used to its presence

And welcomed it home

It’s had purpose, made gains

Inspired me to change

Been my friend, left me slain

My daily reminder, my pain

2 Corinthians 12: 8-10

8Three times I pleaded with the Lord to take it away from me. 9But 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. 10That 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.

Blind Spots

Poetry

I have a few blind spots

Where my vision’s unclear

I look and I squint

Still clarity is not there

Strength here is gone

Self will won’t heal my sight

These are the places 

I must surrender the fight
I must surrender my will

In the places I can’t see

And trust there’s a Savior

Looking out and caring for me
John 9:10-11

10 “How then were your eyes opened?” they asked. 11 He replied, “The man they call Jesus made some mud and put it on my eyes. He told me to go to Siloam and wash. So I went and washed, and then I could see.”

2 Corinthians 12:8-10
8Three times I pleaded with the Lord to take it away from me. 9But 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. 10That 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.