Dynamite.

I love this literal translation of 2 Corinthians 12:10-

"Therefore I take pleasure in being without strength, being insulted, experiencing emergencies, and being chased and forced into a corner for Christ's sake, for when I am without strength, I am dynamite."

Love it.

I cannot do this life myself.

I cannot write well enough

I cannot love well enough

I cannot serve well enough.

I'm too weak,

too flawed.

But He is Strong,

and He is Perfect.

And He works through me when I start trusting and ask Him to.

"My dear God, I have never thanked You for my thorns.

I have thanked you a thousand times for my roses but not once for my thorns.

I have always looked forward to the place where I will be rewarded for my cross,

but I have never thought of my cross as a present glory in itself."

-a blind pastor named George Matheson