In My Frailty

Yesterday’s Reading: Ezekiel 39:1-40:27; Psalm 118:1-18; Proverbs 28:11

Today’s Reading: Ezekiel 40:28-41:26; Psalm 118:19-29; Proverbs 28:12-13

Hiding. That’s what we feel like doing with our weaknesses—hiding them. But the truth is, we’re all weak. Not only weak, but sinful. We all fall short. We all fail. No one is a success 100% of the time. No one but God.

So I missed another day of keeping this blog—intended to help people with their devotions (if they need help)—up to date. I know that there aren’t many people depending on this blog for their daily spiritual encouragement, but anyone who knows about it and keeps up with it day to day can see one obvious truth: I missed another day.

Don’t worry. I’m not beating myself up over it. But that doesn’t mean that I’m ignoring the conclusion that springs from my neglect yesterday: I fell short. I fall short.

You might ask why I’m focusing so much on my weaknesses if I’m not beating myself up over it. What’s the point of talking about it so much? Here’s the simple answer: I am a man in need. And if I ignore my weaknesses, I can begin to deceive myself into believing I’m not in need. I don’t want to deceive myself. Those who aren’t in need don’t call for help. And my life is, fundamentally, a life of crying out for help.

I couldn’t make it day to day without Jesus, the one who answers my cries for help. Sure, I would go on existing and living my life each day, because Jesus sustains even the people who aren’t aware that He lives and who don’t cry out to Him. But my existence would be all about me. It would be a life of pretense, because I would be going through each day thinking I was something important, that I had created my own destiny, that I was a good enough guy and that I never needed help. I would be missing out on the joy of seeing the hand of Jesus Christ sustaining me, guiding me, cleaning me up, and helping me along. Life makes so much more sense when it’s lived honestly, recognizing my weaknesses, my failures and my sins. It makes so much more sense to see that God is holding the world together—and I’m not.

Good thing, too. If I were holding the world together, what would happen when I died? Jesus lives forever, and our lives are in His hands. Which matters, because we’re weak.

Father, thank You for helping me in my weakness through Your Son Jesus.