The only thing holding me together right now is something I can’t see, a grace that surpasses all else. If left to my own strength, I would probably crumple up into a ball of discouragement and tears. But God is giving me grace, the grace to stand.
This week was already going to be hectic.Then, the tension mounted when a relative passed away. Now we have family coming in town tomorrow and a funeral on Saturday.
Last night I went to bed with a sore throat and I woke up feeling horrible. Today’s been a blur of essay writing and violin teaching amid a throbbing head and burning throat. Plus, I’m taking the PSAT in the morning. (Hopefully this test won’t go like the last standardized test I took…or didn’t take. At least I have a better chance of not getting thrown out this time.) So I’ve been dragging myself around the house tonight, gathering pencils, erasers, calculator, and snacks. Mom ordered me to bed asleep by 9:00, so that I could get some rest and hopefully survive tomorrow.
I’m so thankful for God’s strength that strengthens me.
“‘My grace is sufficient for you, for power is perfected in weakness.’ Most gladly, therefore, I will rather boast about my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may dwell in me.” 2 Corinthians 12:9