Weak

Back from camp and experiencing so very many different emotions. Another world included in that small space of sand and trees, another world that holds so many memories now. But more to come on that later. Right now, I really should go to bed.
But catching up with life after three weeks away is not something that can wait until after sleep. Many things awaited me when the van drove up. A pet, new construction in my room, the death of a classmate, various blog posts and facebook notices to slog through. And yet, to realize that what is tangible is so much better than what is online. To have lived for three weeks without touching a computer or any other technological device. What a blessing!
But to sum everything up, a free verse poem that I wrote months ago, came back again and showed me how His lessons are renewed again and again.

Weak:
This week so full of
ups and downs
has brought to light
what I should have known all along
That I am not perfect,
not by far,
and that I fail, and fall,
that I am inadequate, needy, and above all
weak
It's not a feeling I love
to take hold of
rather something that I hold in distain
I try to be perfect
to show a flawless face
but inside, it's not true
When the moment came
when I had just had enough
I looked inside and found
nothing left
That's when I heard
His triumphal shout
"Finally, we're ready to start!"
I was confused
and wondered
what did He want with
the crumbling mess
of me?
But then the answer
so clear in His Word
came to my mind
by a voice unheard
"It's only when everything's
been brought down low
that you are ready
to start to grow.
When you are strong
you feel you can face
the world unaided
but it's when you're
weak that I can shape you."
It's when I'm low
that He is high
and someday,
may He be glorified.