Lost my shoes. In my closet.
Lost my camera. In my wallet.
Lost my keys. In my hand.
Thinking of, another plan.
I love celebrating my failings. The fact that I can barely function except by the grace of God and automated bill pay gives me immense reason to rejoice in the sovereignty of God. (And you think I'm kidding!) It makes me think of the Apostle Paul:
I also hate my weaknesses. Those which remind me I am in desperate, soul-thirsting need ... of grace, forgiveness, mercy, patience, tenderness ... Weaknesses which humble me, in the extreme opposite of laughter. I don't like to write poems about them, except I do. The glory is the Lord's, for when my weakness is deepest, His glory is greatest.
For when I am weak, then I am strong.
I long for the day when I can laugh at these too.
This is the 100th blog post on Meg Living Inside Out. Yay!