"But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us." 2 corinthians 4:7
These words taken from an old letter that was written many years ago rang powerfully true to me this morning. When I read this sentence I am reminded of how fragile my life is from moment to moment and nothing brings this truth home to me like the day our family's bank account runs dry.
There comes a time in life when you turn the key in the ignition and nothing happens. There is that feeling of panic, powerlessness, the- "this can't be happening" sort of feeling. Once again you have you have just passed over the border of where normal life ends and the mystical world begins. It's paradoxical that the moment our own ability to fill the bucket is exhausted, the spigot of heaven turns open. It is in that moment we discover what it means to be truly free.
This sort of free fall into a deeper reality is what we actually all long for. It is in this fall from the illusion of our own ability to make things happen that our stubborn independence begins to dismantle itself. It is in these times we may reach out for help and in the process allow others into our life in a fresh way that can actually reignite the friendship.
Is it possible that the very thing we were afraid came to destroy us is actually here to bring us over into the next chapter of our story? Like the snake shedding its skin, the fledgling being pushed out of its nest, and the drunk's sudden intervention, perhaps this crises you are now in is your invitation into a more meaningful and fruitful life.