Weak

I hate being weak. And I mean weak in the fullest sense of the word. Incapable of producing a needed or desired change in my surroundings. I feel it right now. I am flying out of the country that speaks my second language into a country where I have no ability to speak the language. And I leave that country for a place I have never seen and struggle to imagine. My French owned flight smacks me with little warnings of my weakness to come as each flight team members greets me with Bomsior. The next language will be Thai.

My wife and daughter are in our home in Madrid. A place where I struggle to enact enough change on my environment to earn a living wage. And now I am flying so far away that caring for them will be impossible until I return.

I am unintentionally experiencing an intense truth as I make this flight. So much of what you and I enjoy in life is given to us, protected for us, and blessed for us by God. Our spouse, our health, our shelter. We are not capable of preserving it on our own. We are designed to be weak.

When God asks us to be away from our family, or to spend some time away from the home that we built, it is like the plant that Jonah encountered by his weary head. These blessings are only ours because a power beyond us brought them into our life. Jonah was angry when he had to do without. And God asked him a perspective fixing question. Did you cause the plant to

grow?