I am not sure I ever understood the true meaning or impact of 2 Corinthians 12:10 until very recently in my life. As you know (if you have read any of my other posts – you know) Brian and I are dealing with family issues at home that have really caused us some serious pain and heartache. We have, at times, allowed it to come between us. We have, at times, allowed it to cause us to stumble in our walk with God. We have, at times, allowed it to consume us. In the not so distant past, I would pray to God and plead with him to “just take it away”. Or “just please make things better.” But I’m now almost ashamed of asking God to grant me an easy way out. I know that he is allowing me to go through these trials (not causing them – but allowing) so that my faith may grow strong as a result of the struggle. He is allowing me to be weak, so that I may find my strength in him. In my weak state this morning I read a verse that spoke to me very clearly about my part in the issues we are dealing with. I was reading I John this morning and this verse rang out loud and clear to me.
We know what real love is because Jesus gave up his life for us. So we also ought to give up our lives for our brothers and sisters. If someone has enough money to live well and sees a brother or sister in need but shows no compassion—how can God’s love be in that person?
Love. Real love. Jesus gave us THE example of real love. And we are expected to do the same for our brothers and sisters. And if we show no compassion to others, is God’s love in us? Here’s what got me. Have I been showing compassion -God’s kind of love- to my own family? I mean surely if we are expected to show that love to others it must start with our family. Have they felt that kind of love from me or have I been selfish with my love? I have no problem serving meals to the homeless and loving on people at Celebrate Recovery, but have I been loving on my family that same way -even through all the trials and pain and disappointments!? Sadly, and shamefully I can say No, I have not. But God let me get to this point – God let my weakness break me so that I could find my way to this verse and find strength in it. In my weakness, I became strong. I feel like I found answers, but it took me getting to this point – it took me being weak to accept my responsibility in the situation and start to find the strength to work it out. There is no shame in being humbled so that God may work things out for His glory. I will find my strength by learning to love on those within these four walls in the manner that God tells me I ought to. Compassion will come before bitterness, and kindness before selfishness. Tonight I thank God for my weaknesses. Because I know that His power works best in my weakness.