Mr. Clean

As I was lying in bed this morning, God showed me the TV detective Kojak. Or perhaps it was Mr. Clean-- an older man, like me, shaved bald (also me), but tough. And... muscular!

I immediately started thinking. "Wow God. I need to start working out again. Join a gym or something." And then I remembered my big workout yesterday. I drove myself to Walmart and then CVS, and that great workout (Ha!) totally did me in. I was done for the day! Ridiculous. Then this thought of my current condition really started to get me down.

But then God played the chorus of the song Jireh for me, by Elevation Worship:

Jireh- You are enough

Jireh- You are enough

I will be content

In every circumstance

Because Jireh-- You are enough!

God was telling me that this weakness, this relative helplessness, this dependence on others-- was where He placed me for this season, and I need to roll with it. To trust Him. To be content. But also, while I saw only pathetic weakness in the mirror, God saw a strong and confident man. I didn't need to stress about my condition.

Yes God. Thank you God.