For obvious reasons, my prayer life lately has revolved around the impending move down to Nicaragua. Incredibly enough, it’s the day after tomorrow. In my prayers, I usually end up in the same place, partly incredulous, partly in awe.
Why me?
I’m completely ordinary. In fact, I’m a wimp. I’m small and weak. I have little strength and stamina. I wear out easily. I don’t do well in heat. The list could go on, but you get the point. Humanly speaking, if you were going to choose someone for this particular mission venture, it wouldn’t be me. It’s kinda ridiculous, honestly.
Yet, somehowly (as they say in Kenya), God has made it abundantly clear that it is me.
And Hudson Taylor’s assessment of himself comes to mind: “I think that God must have been looking for someone small enough and weak enough for Him to use, and that He found me.”
Amen, brother. Because in the end, it’s not about us, our qualifications, or our glaring lack thereof. We all live small little lives. But a small little willing heart is a gracious instrument of choice in the hand of our great big God.
2 Corinthians 12:9 “And He said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weakness.’ Therefore most gladly I will rather boast in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.”
Made for Eternity 