I originally wrote this on January 1, 2019. It holds even more true today.
Youth was an enemy in disguise. In times of distress I would cry out to God but I trusted in Youth. Youth would say, “I will fix this; I am strong, pretty, smart, quick-witted and resourceful.” And so I would win the battle, acknowledging God, but glorifying Youth.
With each new battle I’d cry out to God to pull down every stronghold. Now I find myself faced with the greatest trial yet. “God,” I cried, “please let me see the enemy clearly so that that I may fight.”
So I arose to fight. But to my dismay my physical strength was gone. In place of energy is fatigue; in place of gracefulness is clumsiness; my hands are weak and my joints stiff. In place of a quick wit is a mental fog; in place of attractiveness is an aging face and a dull expression.
Again I cried, “God, how can I fight when I’m in this condition?” And God replied, “I did as you requested. I pulled down the last stronghold on your life—and that is Youth.”
But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.”
II Corinthians 12:9
