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God is sending me out on an adventure, which by my standards contains no boat or plane ride to Europe, so it’s hardly an adventure at all.  Selling books door-to-door—please, this will just be a musing to tickle my faith and trust in Christ.

The pit of my stomach does not believe those words.  Am I absolutely mad?!  As I packed up my things and left Starbucks for the last time, I realized this is going to change my life.  I made plans to do a lot of things but I find that I’m doing exactly what I have violently planned against.  I would not have chosen college or the bookfield.  Somehow though I am finding enchantment in these strange places, for His power is made perfect in my weakness.  If to live is Christ, I will seek my greater joy in His glory while out there. 

Now Father, I am weak.  Please perfect your strength in me, for that will be my greatest joy.  I only ask for your mercy.  This is a mercy to me now.

“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

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