My knees are bad and I have a very hard time going down stairs. Sunday when I was coming down from the platform after prayer, I needed help because I was feeling a little extra unsteady. Jeff was going down in front of me and I put my hand on his shoulder to steady myself as I stepped down. Jeff didn’t flinch or turn around; he just slowed his descent until we were both down the stairs and then went off without looking back. As I was going down the stairs, the sweetness of that moment, the incredible goodness of God, flowed over me.
I have a weakness that I needed help in, I reached out without hesitation to my brother, he helped me and we carried on. No huge fanfare, no drama or show, just a hand reaching out and a loving response that filled the need.
I know it may seem like a very small thing to most people, but the journey to get to this short scenario was a very long one for me. I spent my early life trying to get someone to love or at least keep me around by being the big one, the tough one, the strong one. It never worked. No one wanted me.
Now I’m the crippled and weak one and in spite of that, I have discovered that I am a loved one. I am part of a dear family that doesn’t treat me like a burden but a joy. An eternity from where I started, I have gone from being disposable to being beloved. Free to simply reach out without fear for someone to lean on.
Is this what Paul meant by “glorying in my weakness.”
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