It occurs to me sporadically throughout each day that we do not have the strength — mental, physical, or emotional — to do anything that we are doing.  I remember more often than ever that I need God’s help for every little thing and I find myself shooting up prayers of dependence for all kinds of things throughout each day.  Help me load this car, Lord.  Help me wash these jeans, Lord.  Please give me wisdom in responding to the clerk, Lord.  Be our safety on the train/in the car, Lord.  Protect my heart, Lord.  Help me discern what is true, Lord.  Help me be gracious to my husband, Lord.  Things that I have often taken for granted because I FELT sufficient, I now realize that it is all by grace and with his aid.  Not realizing it for the first time, but with more acute awareness than ever.

In him we move, and breathe and have our being.  We are not sufficient.   No matter where we are.

I think of scripture that talks about the arm of the Lord, referring to his strength and ability.  I think of these passages and they bring comfort to weak and weary limbs.  I know that my finite body has access to infinite strength.  And I want to crawl up into his big peaceful lap and rest, like a small child.  I am so thankful that at Jesus’ death, the temple curtain was torn, giving me access into the holy of holies, giving me a place before the throne to bring my world-exhausted spirit and rest.