power made perfect in weakness

Every now and then, I wish I had an iPhone or an iPod or an iPad.

These moments come when I am tired. Cranky. Annoyed that somebody needs nursed again, needs to be bounced and walked around in Mommy's arms again, needs rocked to sleep again. I think how nice it would be to tune out this time of being so heavily needed. Something to distract me. A book chapter that could be read in the dark, or a TV show that could be watched in the palm of my hand.

And when these wishes for techy things pop up, the Spirit checks my heart.

Why would I desire to tune out the loveliness of a sweet little head cradled against my neck as I sway with my swaddled son in the quiet of night? Because this is not good? Because this is not holy? Because this is not sweet mercy poured all over me in crazy abundance? No, just because I'm bored with it. Just because I don't feel like doing this right now.

So I reach out for more grace, and take it gladly, and cuddle my sweet son a little longer and treasure these sweet, short months of infancy that will never come again. And I thank God that He gives me more mercy than I can understand, and I thank Him that He gives me patience and joy when I ask Him to help me, and I silently praise God for these unsung moments of beautiful perfection.

"But He said to me, 'My grace is sufficient for you, for My power is made perfect in weakness.' Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me" (2 Corinthians 12:9).