Power in Growing
I will boast in my weaknesses;
I will stand tall in my pain—
For walking up this mountain
Strong power is what I gain.
I will dance in struggling fear;
I will praise you in the fire—
For running on this road with you
Your glory is lifted higher.
Strip all of me away.
Cleanse me with your rain.
Let sweetness echo through my words.
I praise your steadfast name.
You dress me, Lord, in armor, not from mortal man.
This world cannot sustain me, but Lord, your glory can!
For this reason I delight in setbacks.
I grow stronger in the knowing…
Power does not come from me
But is given freely when I’m growing.
Kimberly Willingham
2 Cor. 4:6-10
For God, who said, "Let light shine out of darkness,"made his light shine in our hearts to give us the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Christ. But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us. We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed. We always carry around in our body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in our body.
The sky is clear. You walk, feet dry in your rain boots. The sun kisses your face and invites a deep smile to glisten upon your mouth. The floppy green plastic rain coat lines your skin with a visible barrier. You are expecting rain. The sky is clear, no storm clouds in sight; yet you anticipate a shower. Not just any shower, a violent thunderstorm. With black boots stretching to your knees you walk away from your home. You walk into the forest in the distance. This is not a normal response. Most people would retreat inside a cozy, comfortable place; but you resist this shelter. Why? You cannot sit securely in front of the blazing fireplace sipping hot tea and watching the raindrops simply hit the window. You want to soak in the moisture. You long for the wet particles to drench your face. Though you fear the thunder and lightning, you cannot sit still cowering over the sound. You want to sit in the midst of the action—for if you covered yourself you would not experience the rainbow after the storm. You could not see the new sky with the brilliant heaven-painted masterpiece. So you march on with purpose. As the rain begins to fall in a rhythmic pattern…plop…plop…hitting your raincoat. You lift your head up and cry “Fall on me—for the storm cannot shake me. It makes me stronger; and the rain sets me free!” 
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