As I've shared in a few of my posts over the past month, I have been discovering in a new way how weak I am. This shouldn't come as a surprise to me. I am a finite human being: of course I am weak. But, being the strong-willed woman that I am, I often refused to admit my weakness and receive God's strength. Well, I am 22 years old, and this method of survival has yet to work for me. I usually end up flat on my face before I consider asking for help. Thankfully, God has blessed me with wonderful friends who remind me that God is strong when I can't be and who come beside me in prayer. He used several of these people in my life this weekend, for which I cannot begin to voice my thanks.
God keeps reminding me of the words He spoke to Paul in 2 Corinthians 12: