My Weakness, His Strength
BY MICHAELA DUMLAO
I clench my hands into fists.
Fingernails sink into
my skin as I attempt to battle
my own flesh.
“Man shall not live on bread alone,” [1]
yet my flesh feeds me a glutenous lie
that my own merit is sufficient to fight
my weakness; that I can turn to myself,
though I myself am weak.
But who am I to bear the weight
of my own insufficiency?
Who am I
to turn to any source other than
He who fed me life?
He who died for
my sins,
who bore the weight of
the world.
I am no more than dust [2], weak and shapeless.
But the Lord sustains me,
He quenches my thirst.
Through His Living Water [3],
I am shaped into clay.
So although
I am weak,
though I am without,
with Him,
I have all that I need.
My weakness is His strength [4]
for “the Lord is my shepherd.” [5]
In Him, I can rest.
SOURCES
[1] Matthew 4:4
[2] Genesis 3:19
[3] John 4:14
[4] 2 Corinthians 12:9-10
[5] Psalm 23: 1