Today, I feel like a failure.
- I didn’t set my alarm, so I didn’t exercise.
- Chocolate was a main component of my breakfast and lunch.
- I wasted almost more time than I worked.
- I didn’t wash my dishes.
- I wore my work badge to a non-work interview.
- My name badge from church followed me home. So did my work badge.
- I was inconsistent in my discipline.
- I left my kiddos at church and came home early because I couldn’t handle a headache.
- I’m crawling in bed at 8pm because I feel like I should not be inflicted upon this world any longer in this state.
- I’m terrified I’ll be late to work tomorrow. I’ve been late to work Every. Single. Thursday.
- I’m terrified to sleep because of my dreams.
- I’m terrified of not sleeping because of my health.
In my picture-perfect Instagram and cheerful Facebook and personal presence, I need to admit failure in at least one place. Publicly. Even if semi-anonymously.
I, Jules (the Puzzler), have a blessed life. It is not perfect. But God is bigger than my blessings and my failures.
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 of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me. 1 For the sake of Christ, then, I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities. For when I am weak, then I am strong.
II Corinthians 12:9-10, ESV