I stare at the computer clock, as it flickers to 12:00 AM… and a miracle happens:
A blog is posted.
You may not think of technology as a “miracle”, but in this moment, I do.
That blog post represents years of prompting from the Lord, matched with lack of sureness, on my behalf. Then, bravery as I stepped out onto a path I couldn’t entirely see or understand.
Watching a dream from birth unto fruition is truly a miracle of sorts. Like the slow and delicate unfolding of a flower—from sprout, to bud, to a burst of color and beauty none could have predicted.
So, in this moment, I sit back, in awe, of this surprising beauty that has somehow come of my own shattered and scarred life.
Paul’s words in 2 Corinthians 4:7 come to mind, “But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us.”
And, in this moment, I grasp the truth a little tighter; understand a little deeper that my dreams are not about me, my talents, my abilities, my strength…
Instead God chose me for my ordinariness, my inabilities, myweaknesses—so that His glory may be displayed, ever brighter, through this earthen vessel.
Every bit of my brokenness, and every shortcoming I’ve despised—it’s those things that create the space for His light to shine forth.
Humbled… in this moment I am humbled.
Lord, let me remain weak, so that Your beauty may shine.
A little about me...
Hi, I'm Katie!
Wife to Craig, mom of three, author, writer, Rooted Moms founder, Jesus-follower, Bible teacher, and coffee enthusiast.
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