I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives
in me. Gal 2:20
in me. Gal 2:20
Lindsey is weak.
I’m tired.
I can’t love anyone else
I can’t hold another orphan
I can’t teach another English class
I can’t play with village kids
I can’t preach another sermon
I can’t pray for healing over another tumor
I can’t walk another mile
I can’t lead this team any further
I’m weak. I know me. This is Lindsey.
I have recently laid down my pride
and verbalized it. “God, I’m weak”
But somehow I have done all of those things when my physical body is finished.
It can do nothing else, but yet I still continue to move and love.
This isn’t me though.
There is no possible way on earth this is me.
This is Christ.
I have found that by verbalizing that “LINDSEY is WEAK, God can finally begin to use me to my full potential. Because here, now, at this point in the race I have nothing to offer, In life, I have nothing to offer.
And now that I have said it, no glory goes to me from this point on.
It’s all to Christ.
Without Him,
I am frail and on a plane home to the States.
But with Him, I am here, forever waiting for His voice to say move, better yet, for Him to move me.
Lindsey is no more…………..
