I like to cook, but prefer to keep things simple. So it’s a mystery to me why I slave over Christmas cookies every year. Since cut-out cookies are such a novelty here, we use them as an opportunity to reach out to our neighbors during the holidays. But the truth is that when we started this tradition, our oldest son, Steven, liked to cook and he did most of the work.
This year I was on my own in the kitchen and dreading it. I actually woke up Saturday morning asking the Lord to give me the grace to get baking. I am NOT a cookie decorator! But in spite of my anxious thoughts, I was able to push through and finish the first batch.
It made me think of the dozens of times I’ve said to the Lord, “I just can’t do it!” and the many times He has come to my rescue and enabled me to do what I thought impossible: Like when I had to teach Theology of John Wesley in Portuguese when I could barely speak the language. Or when I felt the Lord leading me to begin a ministry with pre-teen girls even though I had my hands full with four rambunctious little boys. Or when I was asked to train Sunday School teachers when I never had any training myself.
In every one of these situations (and more) the Lord’s strength has been made perfect in my weakness. From baking cookies, to teaching theology, to planting churches I’ve learned that “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.”