Embrace Rather Than Bristle

Nothing has brought me to the end of myself, revealed my weakness, forced me to my knees like this foster care-adoption-momhood thing.

I’m learning to embrace rather than bristle and see that He has gifts for me in weakness that are available only there. The recipe is simple: acknowledge it, glory in it, then wait for the strength that He will provide because of it.

I always need Him, but—stubborn as I am—I don’t always feel or remember or believe that need. But then, foster care-adoption-momhood bring me to my end, bring me face to face with my need. Bring me to my knees before Him.

He protects me from myself by letting me reach the end of myself. And that is a gift.