Before Christ this chaos around would have crumbled me to the floor. That To Dos list sat staring back. It starts after work, dinner & little mans bed by 7:30. It runs in the same order, every day, from top to bottom. Good are the days I’m asleep by 10, a rare miracle. Before Christ I would have been lost in that list. Everything started, nothing finished.
After a broken acceptance of adult ADD, God has begun to breath in the freedom. So casually tossed around is this diagnoses. Very real but grossly overused. Those of us who walk the actual road brush it off in an awkward joke about also “being so ADD sometimes”. My mind regularly unable to hold a conversation, answer a question, finish a sentence, much less finish a list. I forget where I’m going, what I’m doing, who I’m seeing. I get stuck in a room, trapped until I can remember the next step. And even still self acceptance is taking hold of my heart. He’s using all the good that comes with the weak. The artistic flare learning to flourish within rigid strict routine. My planners bloom in color, beautifully coded. The biggest glory comes from victories through unchanged weakness.
I stand here today still affected. I have not been miraculously healed. And I don’t want to be. Because now I can say even WITH my weakness running amuck, look at the victories God has given. We are SEVEN months into this crazy weekday single parent, two job, toddler rearing season of chaos. Organized chaos by the chick with ADD who can’t sit still.
Each time he said, “My grace is all you need. My power works best in weakness.” So now I am glad to boast about my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ can work through me. That’s why I take pleasure in my weaknesses, and in the insults, hardships, persecutions, and troubles that I suffer for Christ. For when I am weak, then I am strong. 2 Corinthians 12:9-10 NLT