While watching three gloriously rambunctious boys, my husband and I took them to the school playground. As I played with the youngest on a simple climbing toy, I overheard my husband talking to the two older kids. He said, “Through God we can do anything. He gives us strength and we just need to ask Him.”
After a while, I went to climb the dome-shaped monkey bars with the eldest boy. Now for a five-year-old, looking up at a seven-foot dome was pretty daunting. He sighed, propped a foot against the lowest rung, and pulled his skinny body up onto the first rail. One after another he climbed. Soon he was three feet off the ground. He whispered, “Jesus give me strength. Jesus give me strength.” He repeated this over and over until he reached the top. A smile broke over his face as he surveyed his new kingdom. It was priceless.
What this little kindergartener learned that day will lead him through life well. God will provide us strength in the little moments and the big. There was a time when my life was in upheaval. My husband and I were separated, the bills mounted, court battles raged, and I was trying to hold a family of four kids together. It was then I learned the meaning of “Jesus give me strength.” One day at a time, He propped me up and pulled me through. He restored my life and marriage over the following year.
God provided His strength when I asked. He carried me when I could not lift my head. We all face problems. Some are simple. Some are life-threatening. No matter where you are today, lean on God’s strength. Let Him carry the weight.
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