The hardest thing to do is nothing.
I look around me and see strife and trouble, but nothing I offer will answer. I feel helpless and angry. I see families fighting over unseen threats. I see people clinging to ideas with a vigour that puts virtue above love. I see hurt. I see frustration.
I spend so much time trying to think of what I can write that will answer this problem. I strain my mind to think of a way to help. But I have nothing. I am truly powerless. I can’t change anyone’s perspective. I can’t make people see how they are behaving. I have nothing to offer.
So I do nothing.
As I sit. Empty. Quiet. Still.
God answers my heart, “Trust me, I am.”
This is His fight. This is His battle.
I am like an injured bird, the more I struggle the more I hurt myself. If I submit and calm my soul he can heal my wounds.
Let’s try being quiet. Quiet before God.
2 Corinthians 12: 9-10 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.
Roberta Writes 