I have spent most of the week comforting, corresponding with, and encouraging in my own humble way a few people that were broken or suffering tremendously from many troubles brought into their lives. In helping bear their burdens, I feel so completely, emotionally spent, but I don’t regret any minute of doing the Master’s work. Yet, my strength in these spiritual and emotional battles has been so completely sapped that I don’t feel like I have anything left to give. That’s okay. I know that, in my weakest moment, His strength is made perfect within me, always giving me the power to go on when I don’t think I can do any more. I have tried in my own humble way to help, “giving a cup of cold water” perhaps that would soothe the aching hearts of these suffering people. I truly do not know what I’m doing in helping them. But God always gives me the right words to write and guides me to the right action to take which will help these people.
He knows them far better than I could ever know these newly found friends, brothers, and sisters. Only He knows what these suffering people need. I listen patiently and intently for His still small voice. Then I follow in the path that He has laid out for me, always a path of humble, loving service. He is so tremendously faithful and so boundlessly wise. And I am just a poor instrument in His masterful hands, but when He uses me, the Master can do such miraculous things in touching people’s hearts and lives. Moreover, He can make the brokenness, flaws, and jagged edges of my life into beautiful music, perfectly played, that touches just the right note at just the right time in perfect rhythm. He plays His song of love through my life, making an unworthy instrument produce such beautiful works that touch many lives. I am always in awe at what the Master can do with such flawed instruments, with such common, average people as me.