I Have A Crutch

I have tons of things bouncing around in my head right now, and everytime I try and write something, my lovely laptop gives me a hard time. I am constantly trying to think of words that don't have the letter "g" in them because my enormous dog apparently tried to get online one day and her paws just aren't cut out for typing!

I am going to go somewhere here I don't normally go. Jesus is my crutch. Not something we hear people say very often. Jesus is our rock, thats more Christian PC, right? On Him we weather the storm. Truth! Yes! However, what about when we are weak, and unable to stand? A crutch holds us up. In Him I am strong. Without that crutch, I am weak and unable to walk.

Too many people don't want to accept that I think. But its ok to fall down on your face and cry your eyes out, not only that, its ok to let someone else pick you up and put you back on your crutch.

Today someone tried their best to convince me that I can have joy and peace without leaning on someone. That busy-ness and being helpful is all I need to be happy. All that tells me, is that person fills their life with activities in order to fill that God shaped hole in their life.

I know what its like to not have God in my life, I know what its like to try and do things on my own. And personally, even with our trials, with the hubster going to Iraq, with being away from my family, when my Dad had cancer, I had more joy knowing God was in control.