Sometimes I wish the thoughts that go through my head wouldn't go through my head.
Sometimes I wish that the things that cause me to sigh in exasperation wouldn't irritate me so.
Sometimes I wish I could capture a moment just a little longer to find a way to appreciate it.
Sometimes I wish I were just a little more patient, just a little more gracious, just a little more creative, just a little more thankful.
And then I find grace.
For it is in these areas of weakness that God proves Himself to be God and His strength is perfected.
It is in these areas of frailty that God proves Himself to be Kind, and speaks peace, patience and perseverance.
And I notice that my thoughts change.
And I notice that I haven't sighed so much this afternoon.
And I notice things inside of moments that I dwell on just a little longer.
And I am thankful.
And I realize that the woman I am is the woman I'm becoming is the woman I've always wanted to be. Frail, weak, dependent fingers intertwining with those of the One who made them and purifies them and speaks might.
Father, I am weak and I need You to see me, hold me, love me, strengthen me.
For when I am weak, then I am strong.