Confession

I committed this blog to the Lord. I committed to write something every week that He could use to reach someone somewhere, however He would use it. I don’t know His side of the story, but I know my side, and my side is an exercise in faithfulness.

I don’t have an observation to share this week. I, like many, struggle with anxiety. I don’t talk about it, I just work to overcome it every day. Well, anxiety has had a strangle hold on me these last weeks and I am strangled of all ideas and insights. I don’t want to let this stop my attempt at faithfulness to the commitment I made to God with this blog.

Anxiety is not my king. Jesus is my King. Even if all I have to offer is a confession to a bramble of anxiety in my heart, I know He can do more with my humble offering than any groundbreaking, well researched, polished and perfect paper offered out of my own strength. And by making this offering, anxiety is robbed of the last word over my life and defeated. At least for today.

The Apostle Paul confessed to a thorn in his flesh to the Corinthians. God is using that confession to impact His people even still. So I stand with Paul and affirm in my life that which the Lord spoke over Paul all those years ago:

“And He said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weakness.’ Therefore most gladly I will rather boast in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.” (2 Cor. 12:9 NKJV)

-Etta Woods