Rebecca Hopkins, a missionary wife in Indonesia, writes about God’s grace in her mundane, the simplicity of prayer, and becoming weak so she can rely on the Lord:
“My prayers these days are short, the fogginess of my anemic brain chasing away the eloquent, leaving behind the urgent. “Give me patience for my kids!” “Help me find gas!” “Keep away the nausea so I can make a simple dinner!” “Fill me with your love for the people we serve!”
And on that hot search for the battery, the prayer, “Help me to see the possible again!”
And then the grace comes. In the midst of the impossible, I see the little things. My son, who prays for others with a genuine simplicity. The chance to hold the hand of an elderly neighbor who is dying. The husband who sees and cares and tells me to go sit and rest. The chance to become weak so I can be rely on His strength.
And my small faith grows deeper as I run out of my own gas and fill up on His goodness.”
Read the whole thing here.