I really strongly dislike my forehead. No joke. I feel like it’s too tall and too wide for my face. There are all these worry lines set in from years of furrowing my brow. Sometimes I just wish I had a normal, proportionate, and wrinkle-free forehead. This is silly of course. If anyone ever met my father, they would know exactly why I have this forehead, cause he has it too. It’s tall just like mine. It’s permanent caverns of wrinkles are set in “stone” (not sure he’s running out for his weekly botox injection anytime soon.)
Obviously I’m being melodramatic about this personal issue. And I assure you, my imperfections extend far beyond the size of my forehead. But I wonder if my concern about these other “issues” is just as silly as my vanity. Maybe the issue is vanity in the first place.
Do you ever find yourself angry at God for allowing certain weaknesses, failures, or imperfections in your life? I do.
But consider what Charles Spurgeon says, “The sovereignty of God is a soft pillow for the weary heart”
The apostle Paul’s weakness.
2 Corinthians 12:7-10; The Message translation.
Because of the extravagance of those revelations, and so I wouldn’t get a big head, I was given the gift of a handicap to keep me in constant touch with my limitations. Satan’s angel did his best to get me down; what he in fact did was push me to my knees. No danger then of walking around high and mighty! At first I didn’t think of it as a gift, and begged God to remove it. Three times I did that, and then he told me,
My grace is enough; it’s all you need.
My strength comes into its own in your weakness.
Once I heard that, I was glad to let it happen. I quit focusing on the handicap and began appreciating the gift. It was a case of Christ’s strength moving in on my weakness. Now I take limitations in stride, and with good cheer, these limitations that cut me down to size—abuse, accidents, opposition, bad breaks. I just let Christ take over! And so the weaker I get, the stronger I become.