I like myself better when I am strong and productive and on time. I like myself better when I can help myself and help others and feel needed. And then when I couldn’t do those things, I started to see His heart: He likes me when I am weak. He moves most powerfully when I don’t have my strength. He is not impressed by my productivity or my meeting of others’ needs or my help. His currency is not my currency, and it took a boot cast, a propped-up ankle, and the same verses I had sung in songs for years but now seeped past my mind into my heart to see His mercy.
