In My Quirkiness He is Strong

I was woken up today at Biomed by my... burp. Uh huh, my burp. I was falling asleep on a table not long after I opened the textbook. I wasn't even tired. At least not physically. As embarassing as it was (maybe not... it probably sounded louder to my ears than to others even at the dead quiet library)... my head felt refreshed from the short unintentional nap. When I put my head down like that on tables, I tend to get burp-y... Is that just me? I usually don't burp much either... Anyways. I was reminded of how parents wait until their baby burps before they allow them to sleep. 

Now that I think about it, I don't really know why babies need to burp before they sleep. It probably has to do with their digestive system not being as developed as ours. 

Maybe, to be able to rest peacefully in His arms, He needs to get some 'burps' out of me... There are so many things, even in just a day, that I seem to consume, whether it'd be a thought or a role I think I need to play. This is still a revelation in progress... 

To have the confidence and the freedom to be a burping baby. Puahah. The power is in the confidence as His child. Yeah, we are given authority, but only because we are His children. The power is in knowing who our Daddy is. 

The 'burps' that He wants to get out of me are probably all the false responsibilities or roles that are so easy for me to take on. He's been highlighting something about 'posture' to me the past week. I was able to pay attention to just the sounds of the wind, the waves, when I laid my head flat on the ground at the cliffs, facing the sky. Away from all outside noises. Cars, helicopters, of me fidgeting. I couldn't quite hear the wind or the waves as clearly, I didn't know I could hear them so clearly, until I put myself into that posture. The winds were getting pretty strong but I felt like I was being... cradled. I felt safe. How do I put myself into that posture all the time? To put myself in the posture that He created me to be in. To just be held. Cradled. Away from the posture that may look like me rolling up my sleeves and saying okay God, let me do this for you... haha. 

...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. 10That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.  -2 Corinthians 12:9-11

Except He told it this time as the phrase, "In my quirkiness, He is strong". Um... hahaha. What? But it must make sense. He is definitely teaching me how to be weak so He can be strong. He has definitely been encouraging me to just be myself. He notices and delights in all my 'quirks'.... actually He designed them in Himself.  He knows me pretty darn well. And I am weak. No matter how strong others may view me as. Being myself means being weak. 

It was a pretty heavy morning. But He is on His throne as He has ever been and will be. He is the God who gives life and brings sunlight everyday. And every ray of sunlight that He gives is far more powerful than any measure of darkness. That's how we see.