I decided that I should give container gardening a try this year. I’ve had many failed attempts at having plants in the yard so I’m giving the deck a shot.  Between the deer, groundhogs and rabbits very few things have survived. Sometimes you want something other than petunias and marigolds (which none of the local vermin seem to like….go figure!).

I had several self-watering containers that needed to be filled with soil before hefting them up to the deck.  I wasn’t at it long before I realized that I needed help.  One container was new and had some hard plastic tips that needed to be punched out or cut off since it would be used outside.  I tried a hammer and nail first, then tried to put a bit in a drill but both attempts failed.  Then a minor meltdown ensued that was along the lines of “Why can’t anything ever just be fun?” and some huffing.  Drama much?  Anyway, I decided that I would work on the other containers first.  But then the bags of soil were too heavy for me to lift!   So I proceeded to fill the containers with a teaspoon (just kidding….I had a pretty nice scoop).   The moral to the story is that I wasn’t strong enough to do this task myself and it required me to ask for help.  I needed the strength of another if I was going to succeed.  Thankfully my sweet husband was available and eager to help.  In fact, he loves it when he can “rescue” me.   And I had calmed down by the time I needed his help so he didn’t have to add talking me down to his tasks.

This little scene caused me to reflect on why I got so angry over such a little thing.  It really boils down to my stubborn independence (which is likely rooted in my pride).   I wanted to do it in my own strength and not depend on another.

The following day I was reminded of this in church.  One of the elders talked about how we like to tell God the answer rather than depending on Him for the answer.   A couple of the songs we sang spoke of strength.

The chorus from Cornerstone:

Christ alone, Cornerstone, weak made strong, in the Savior’s love, through the storm, He is Lord, Lord of all.

And from my favorite hymn, Great is Thy Faithfulness:

Strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow

To top if off my pastor said something like this, “When we pray we are saying we are not able {in our own strength}.  Lack of prayer is a lack of belief and a reliance on our own strength.”

The following verse is taken from Paul’s letter to the church in Corinth.  The disciples had endured much suffering for the sake of sharing Jesus with the people in Asia.  He writes:

“For we do not want you to be unaware, brothers, of the affliction we experienced in Asia.  For we were so utterly burdened beyond our strength that we despaired of life itself.  Indeed, we felt that we had received the sentence of death.  But that was to make us rely not on ourselves but on God who raises the dead.” 2Corinthians 1:8-9 ESV {emphasis mine}

Where are you feeling weak right now?  Is it because you are relying on your own strength?  Maybe it’s time for you (and me) to depend on Another.

Have a great day!