As a kid/teenager, I was always a hand-writer.  I was the person who, out of fear that I would forget some crucial detail of life, would write reminders of assignments and events and anything in between on my hand.  Was it cute?  Not so much.  But did it work?  Absolutely.  As long as my hand was still attached (and I have yet to lose an appendage to date), I would remember.

Well, my friends, I have reverted to my old ways.  It’s been a hard week emotionally for me.  I’m not sure why, but I feel as though our wait to bring Elizabeth home has been almost suffocating this week.  And as I continue to face this daily (or minute by minute) struggle of faith in God rather than our circumstances, I have been just so frustrated.  I mean, surely I should have my act together after all of this time, right?

Thankfully, I was reminded this morning that I will never have it all together… and that’s okay.  Because in all my failings, screw-ups, and moments where I fall flat on my face, Christ is given a chance to be glorified.  And isn’t that what it’s all about?

So, it’s back to the hand-writing… for today at least.  Maybe tomorrow as well.  I did write with a Sharpie after all.

“But he said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.’ Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.  That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties.  For when I am weak, then I am strong.” – 2 Corinthians 12:9-10