I am far too weak to help you. But God is not too weak to use me to help you.

I would wonder if the essence of strength lays in the power of passion.

If Jesus is in the storm, then there is no need for us to be in the boat. Yet, too many Christians spend all of their time wandering around the marina being in neither boat nor storm.

To be broken means that the best of my resources lay shattered and strewn about. And it is then and only then that I am at my peak, for it is at these times that there is less of me to get in the way of all of God.

To be strong I must first admit that I am weak. And that requires some of the greatest strength imaginable.

My passion should be big enough that I fear it, but not so weak that my fear of it becomes the death of it.

To admit that I am weak is the exercise of strength.

It is in the act of admitting our weaknesses that we are showing our strength.

It is not the discouragement in our faith that vexes us, although we often lay the guilt in that place. Rather, it is our discouragement in our ability to hold to our faith that torments us.