I Wish I Was Strong
I am on a 9/80 work schedule. I work 9 days and put in 80 hours over a two-week time span. That means that every 2 weeks, I have a Friday off. I love my extended weekends! Today was one of those Fridays. I made my coffee and took it out onto our screened in porch. My plan was to read my Bible, spend some time in prayer and worship and then do some writing. The song I was listening to during my worship time spoke of all the great things our God does. I was reminded how the Bible tells us that we will do even greater things through Jesus power. I had been feeling a bit discouraged lately and it was just the word I needed.
I picked up my pen and paper thinking that I would write about all the things God has been speaking to my heart. I started with Psalm 2:8 …”You are my son today, I have become your Father, ask me and I will make the nations your inheritance, the ends of the earth your possession.”
God has been speaking to my heart about reclaiming our inheritance. God has given us the land and we have allowed the enemy to come in and steal, kill and destroy. As I was about to write more, my mind went totally blank. The words were no where to be found. “I thought I was going to write this morning?” I commented to the Lord. “You were,” He answered, “but I want you to bless Ed and weed whip.”
I do not like to weed whip. Nothing about it appeals to me. The tools are not made for women my size and nothing about it is easy. Did I mention it was my Friday off? By now, I have learned not to waste time arguing with God. So, I put on my “armor” (long pants, safety glasses, etc.) and I went out to tackle the weed whip. I read the instructions on the side of the machine and set about trying to get it started. Only one problem, I didn’t have the strength and leverage to support the weed whip and pull the cord. I tried and tried, but I just couldn’t do it. Finally, in frustration I set it down and I said to no one in particular, because no one was around, “Errrrrr, I wish I was strong!”
No sooner had the words come out of my mouth then I heard the voice of the Lord say to me, “I have made you strong. Use the tools I have given you.” I prayed for wisdom and looked at the weed whip sitting on the ledge. “If I used the ledge to hold the weed whip, and held it steady with my knee, it just may work,” I thought. Sure enough, one good pull and the weed whip whirred to life.
I worked until the tank ran out of gas. Then I returned to the garage to fill it up again. I could not get the cap off the gas tank no matter how hard I tried. I paced back and forth looking at the whip, giving it another try, but it just wasn’t opening. Again, I heard the Lord say, “Use the tools I have given you.” I thought for a moment and then walked over to the workbench and grabbed a pair of pliers. The gas cap cooperated and I was able to fill up the tank.
As I was walking back up the hill, I began to see the woods as Ed sees them. Good, bad or indifferent, he sees all the work that needs to be done to make it better. He could enjoy it the way it is, but he sees the potential it has, and he tackles the land one task at a time.
This reminded me of how we are so excited when a toddler learns to walk. We know there is so much more that they can do, but we don’t berate them for only walking. We rejoice at their accomplishment and we gently come along side them to guide them through life and help them reach their potential.
As I continued to cut and help our yard grow in beauty, God was speaking to my heart. We can do all things through Christ who strengthens us. Rejoice in the process each step of the way. Use the tools He gives us to begin to reclaim the land, our families, our neighborhoods, our spiritual inheritance. Do not be discouraged because we aren’t at the place where we think we should be, but keep looking towards the goal and running the race.
Heavenly Father, I thank you that you have a plan and a purpose for each one of us. I thank you that those plans were not put on hold because of covid and they are not null and void because of the riots. I ask your forgiveness for allowing ourselves to become complacent to where the “weeds” sown by the enemy are taking more territory. We claim our inheritance as children of the King of Kings. Help your church to rise up and pray, to use the tools you have given us and to take back the land. Help us to grow in our potential in You. In Jesus name, Amen