Unless a Kernel of Wheat Dies...

What hope, refreshing hope & relief in knowing that God's power in & through us, our strength, our sanctification into the women Christ has called us to be... happens in our death. There is no end to the list of things I need to work harder at, to accomplish, to perfect.

But this is not so with God. It is not in the striving, not in the labor, not in self.

It is in death. In weakness. In surrender that we find strength & life.

I love what Ann Voskamp says on weakness:

I sit in last light on a Thursday, comforted that it's our Publican weaknesses that unlock the God-chamber, not strength, Pharisee brawn at the door.

The God bowed in the thorns perfects power in imperfect weakness, inverted strength that dies to rise, so He takes us in, the lame and unlikely. The strong soul-limp and the weak beggars straighten and fill. Healing happens in the splintered places.Blessed are the meek and I laugh, relieved.

"My grace is sufficient for you, for power is perfected in weakness"
~2 Cor. 12:19

"I tell you the truth, unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds."

~John 12:24