My head feels like it's going to explode from all I've been learning to prepare for something new and different, and scary. Frustration, over what I still need to read and process, growls at my heels. It snarls, "Who do you think you are? You'll never be up to anything like this! Do everyone a favor and just crawl back to those messes you've made."
The house and desk aren't the only messes around here. I'm a mess, inside and out. There's no time for a manicure or laundry, much less cleaning bathrooms. And quiet times aren't very quiet. We won't even go into how much time isn't spent being quiet. And I'm scared.
If I'm having trouble hearing you here, how can I hope to hear you there?
I can't do it, Lord, the mess is too big.
"9 But the Lord said, “My grace is all you need. Only when you are weak can everything be done completely by my power.” So I will gladly boast about my weaknesses. Then Christ’s power can stay in me. 10 Yes, I am glad to have weaknesses if they are for Christ. I am glad to be insulted and have hard times. I am glad when I am persecuted and have problems, because it is when I am weak that I am really strong." (2 Corinthians 12:9-10 ERV)