My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
Friday, January 31, 2014
Recasting Our Limitations
In recognizing our limitations we are only acknowledging what would be true even without our saying it is so. If we can also recognize God's power and restorative nature of his love, our limitations will be no less real but there is an opportunity to know they are not so significant after all. Our weakness is the receptacle of God's strength. Our lack is filled by his affection for us, so that the emptiness loses its importance. We become small shadows illuminated by the sun. The darkness had been deep only in the night with which it could join.
Labels:
God,
hope,
light,
limitations,
strength
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