When we visit St. Maarten I love looking for sand dollars, alive and skeletons left behind. Sand dollars are amazing to me–they are this strong little creature living in a harsh ocean environment. And then when they die and lay in the sun on the sand they bleach to these incredibly beautiful, insanely fragile bits of beauty.
It makes me think again about the seen and unseen. The body is weak. It can suffer all sorts of things and will eventually not work anymore. My human body is seen, but it is my strong unseen soul that makes me alive. And because of grace, because of confidence in the unseen, my soul will exist eternally in power. So I am strong in this husk of weakness.
And isn’t that the whole story of everyday life???? We are constantly weak. Thinking of children again, they realize they are weak and cry out for help all the time. We as adults need to recognize that as well. That we are WEAK and must call out and ask that we would recognize how strong Jesus makes our souls.
I don’t know about you, but that actually gives me a lot of confidence–in myself, in faith, in the seen and unseen.