Prayer is a confession of one's own unworthiness and weakness.
"This prophet was a young boy, unimportant, without money or influence, why would God use him as his servant?"
I asked this questions to my young Primary students at church. They agreed that he was no super hero.
"But, he prayed, and God answered his prayer."
"God answered my prayer when I prayed that my brother would behave so that Daddy would keep reading to us. He heard me because my brother quit wrestling and being loud."
The weak among us often confound the able, those empowered by popularity and wealth. The elderly display meekness when they sing with gusto and lack of self-consciousnness at our weekly sing-a-long at the care home. They are fully aware of the physical limitations they must endure but choose to live out loud.
The child shows us how to love without guile and reserve. How I love their antics! They bring me such joy.
Weakness is my companion on some days. When arthritis kidnaps my strong knees and leaves me unstable I try to remember that I am more than what I look like. In my weakness I can be strong. And the glory is God's who strengthens and sustains me every day.
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