A couple weeks ago I went backpacking with a few friends for the weekend. It was a great trip, but I’m not normally the backpacking type. I don’t really enjoy carrying lots of weight on my back, being dirty all the time, or sleeping in a tent when its 20 degrees out. However, the trip was fairly insightful, and reminded me of a couple important lessons. One of these lessons is that I’m not nearly as strong as I thought I was.
The first trek of the day was a mere half mile, which I can walk no problem. Half a mile seems pretty lame actually, until you factor in the weight of the pack and the ups and downs of the mountain trails. Then a half mile can feel like an eternity. Yet it reminded me of other times I’ve had to face challenges. Challenges that reminded me that I wasn’t nearly as strong as I thought I was.
It’s good to be reminded every once in a while that we aren’t strong enough, or qualified, or sometimes even able to do what we thought we could.
It reminds us of our need for community, and our need for God. I’m not sure if God gives extra strength to backpackers who are simply out of shape, but I know He gives help to those who need him. He inspires and motivates. He gives peace and patience. He moves in ways we could never even imagine or fathom.
The good news about facing those situations that remind us of our weakness is that despite our weakness, He is strong.