Today I put gas in my car and washed the windshied. In so doing, it got me thinking immediately about my limitations now. Today just gribbing the handle of the squeegee was excruciating. At one point I really wondered if my hand was going to break off.
I'm not entirely sure why this was... was it the cold (despite my warm gloves)? Was it just the particular way my hand was wrapped around it? Often I find gripping pens the same way for a while wears out my hand and I have to move on to something else for a bit, or just push my way through it if I'm working on something urgent.
I don't know the reason, except that I have this frustrating illness that limits what I can do. There are these little moments during the day that now solemnly remind us that we are weak... unable to stand on our own... exhausted from trying so hard... and we are imperfect, sinful humans in great need of a Savior.
I'm so thankful for that Savior, Jesus Christ, my Lord.
I'm reminded of 2 Corinthians 12:9-10, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness. . . For when I am weak, then I am strong."
One of my dear, dear friends reminded me tonight to REST IN THE LORD. It seems so easy, and yet in the most overwhelming, tough, "little" parts of our day we often forget that.