When I am weak I am strong
Obviously I had a nightmare last night. What else would make one vouch that something that terrifies them might be good? I will not bore the reader with the details but all I know and what I want known is that I came out of the nightmare shaken and mentally stumped.
This thing occupied my mind for the better part of this morning and I remembered that last Sunday my Pastor spoke about confronting our fears and how we should not be enslaved by the things we purportedly fear.
So I made a decision: I would not let the issue occupy my mind beyond the point wherein I decide how to deal with it and for me to exit it I have to make a decision and execute it: that would be the closure.
I remembered that in the nightmare I was semi paralysed and could not turn around, could not utter a word and was almost suffocating but I am glad I remembered that while I could not utter a word that did not stop me from praying and shouting from the heart.
So whatever force had been in my room during the night had a weakness! In as much as it could tie down my body it could not touch my heart and spirit and I used that to maximum advantage; I prayed from the heart, bound and rebuked the intruding spirit until the grip went away and I was loosened from the paralysis.
So in my weakness I found strength and I can boldly attest to what the good book says in 2nd Corinthians 12v10, “Since I know it is for Christ’s good, I am quite content with my weaknesses and with insults, hardships, persecutions and calamities. For when I am weak I am strong”. (New Living Translation Gift Award Edition).
Last night my weakness became my strength.