I asked for a fix, a quick little cure,
A way to feel better, a heart that felt sure.
I pleaded and prayed, “Please take this away.”
But God with a smile had something more to say:
“My grace is sufficient. You don’t need it to leave.
In weakness, I strengthen all those who believe.
My power shines brightest when you’re feeling low.
Content in your trials is where strength starts to grow.”
I blinked, and I frowned. “That’s not what I meant.
I wanted a miracle, not just be content.”
But God wasn’t joking, nor cold nor unkind.
He was shaping my heart and transforming my mind.
Now, when I struggle or limp through the day,
I boast in my weakness, a strange thing to say,
For it’s then that I know—I feel and I see—
The power of Christ Jesus is living in me.
So if you are broken, worn out, and not whole,
Don’t beg for escape. Let grace flood your soul.
His no isn’t cruel. It is gift-wrapped in might—
To show that your weakness still glows with his light.
