He was still young enough to believe in his strength.

                                                                      --Wendell Berry

The theme of weakness has been on my mind for the past month. My knee jerk reaction has been to run--if I am weak, failure and disappointment are sure to follow, so areas of exposed weakness have been fearfully avoided. But the Lord has been prompting me with this:

"Don't resist weakness." 

 Don't resist the strain of shifting all of your weight upon Another. Don't flee when you don't know what to do. Don't pack up when a Sunday School answer won't suffice, or when you find shadows in every shaft of light. Where others find silver-linings, my senses have become tuned to the bitter dredges found inside every toasting cup. The Kingdom is yet to come. Every moment groans with the wait.

In the meantime, we stand by His grace, trusting that His strength will be perfected there. It will come in when we are desperate, devoid of both halo and cape. It will come when we need it. And when our felt weakness stems from noticing a limp hand of faith, we can direct our gaze upon the Object and Source of our faith. We do not put our faith in faith--we put our faith in Christ.