I have done enough moves to know that having the label, “Fragile, Handle with Care,” slapped on a box is no guarantee that nothing will break! Sometimes that box with its fragile contents will be upside down, on the bottom of a stack of boxes, or dropped by well-meaning neighbors. At least my boxes are taped shut as well as labelled, color-coded and numbered. Even so, there are always a few items that don’t make the journey in one piece.
Today’s verse reassures the believer that the Lord is willing and able to handle all our cares. He understands that we are fragile and easily broken. Our bodies are like clay jars, susceptible to cracking in pieces for a reason; so that the power we live our lives by is seen to be from God and not ourselves (II Cor. 4:7) There is no shame in admitting that we are fragile and in need of gentle handling. It is in recognizing our weakness that we avail ourselves of His power (II Cor. 12:9).
It takes some humility to admit my need of His care. I can only give Him my anxieties and experience that care if I humble myself first (I Peter 5:6-7). The Lord wants to show favor, lift up and sustain those who turn to Him. But He waits to be asked. He waits to be needed. I am too prone to thinking I am just fine and not needing His power. My pride keeps me from admitting any weakness or need for care. Until something breaks. He picks up the pieces and because He cares, He makes things right.
Thank you Lord, for Your precious care.