Do you ever have moments of pure grace? I had one this evening when I stumbled upon something I had scratched into a notebook five years ago. It was like a bucket of water given to someone dying of thirst.
“But Lord,” Gideon replied, “how can I rescue Israel? My clan is the weakest in the whole tribe of Manasseh and I am the least in my entire family.”
I serve a God who chooses the least. The weakest.
Perhaps, then, He will use me… with all my scars, my still-healing-wounds, my pains, my stumbling blocks, my desperate thirst… my agonizing need for Him.
And somehow, perhaps, I will be used to rescue a part of God’s Israel. Maybe, somewhere out there in the vastness of this world there is a person who is scarred, wounded, in pain, stumbling around, dying of thirst… and, not despite my weakness- but through it, another child of the King will be carried into the kingdom where they can finally quench their thirst by the side of the fountain of living water.
Not despite your weakness, dear friends, but through it…