Boasting about your weaknesses seems like such a counter-cultural thing to do.
The world around us constantly teaches us to boast about our strengths, to be proud of our achievements, and to self-promote by shouting about our successes instead…
And I guess that there’s nothing wrong with that, but it’s just that this is not where God’s power is most readily experienced through our lives.
There’s that old saying that in order to make a cake (or is it an omelette?) you have to break a few eggs.
And I think it’s a good analogy, because sometimes it’s out of the most raw, fragile, and broken ingredients in our lives that our Maker wants to form something entirely new.
But this passage in 2 Corinthians reminds me that when I am weak, I am actually strong because this is when His power rests on me:
‘I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.’
(2 Corinthians 12: 9)
Because when my independence ends, this is where my dependence on His strength begins.
When I am empty, and at the end of my own resources, this is where access to His supernatural resources can really begin to fill the gaps.
And when I am broken, poured out, and feel like giving up, this is where His grace can really start to do its work.
It’s a paradoxical truth, which for the longest time, never made any kind of sense to me. Can weakness really be turned into strength?
But recently as I’ve battled through a difficult year of miscarriages and heartbreak, it’s something I have discovered to be true in a deeper way than before.
Sometimes it feels like we are on anemotional rollercoaster, yo-yoing between feelings of hope and disappointment, month to month and week to week.
And the truth is that most days I’m winning right now, but also some days I’m not …
But in the hardest, most disappointing moments of all, this truth keeps on proving itself. His power is made perfect in my weakness.
Probably like most of us, I like feeling strong, capable, and in control of my life – and I want others to see me this way too.
But increasingly I’m discovering that my fragility and weakness isn’t just something to be hidden or avoided at all costs.
And actually, it really can be transformed into strength; if I only let it inspire me towards vulnerability before others and embrace it in a way that’s allows God grace might rest on me in a deeper way.
Honestly, I can’t even recall the number of face to face conversations that I’ve had with friends, colleagues, family members, and neighbours on this subject of infertility, miscarriage and baby loss, since I first start sharing our story with others through this space.
The ‘me too’ effect has been incredible; and that is strength in weakness, and grace in brokenness beautifully incarnated right there.