A Man Who Admits Weakness– One Of The Strongest I Know

Below is an excerpt from my Uncle’s blog.  He is one of the strongest men I know, for so many reasons. The biggest reason is that he knows & admits weakness, and also knows where his Strength comes from.  He intimately knows the Lord is his Source of Strength, and continuously points others towards it. I have been so thankful for this Uncle and my sweet Aunt & their hearts for the hurting.

Right now they are on their way back from Nepal, a journey they take several times a year.  My Uncle, Doug Dworak, is the Executive Director of Tiny Hands.

{Shirley–whom everyone there lovingly calls ‘Nana’ –showing off her Henna art done by Sumi of Little Angels Home}

{Nana has craft time with the kids.  I love watching her collect craft pins on her awesome Pinterest boards.  So fun to see pins turn into gifts of love & creativity expressed when taken overseas}

Tiny Hands is a non-profit organization

“…dedicated to empowering the church in the developing world to help the poor overcome poverty and become lights of the world.  We are committed to finding the greatest injustices in the world, and working towards relieving them however possible.  We are particularly called to orphans, street children, and the victims of the sex-trafficking industry.  We want to find those who are already doing the work, who are called and faithful, and help them do it in greater ways and with more efficiency….”

Doug blogs their trips to Nepal and I love reading along about their journey.  One of his recent blogs hit me hard–there is nothing like a grown, wise man who is willing to admit he is fearful & needy (aren’t we all?)– and his transparency encouraged me on in my own struggles and weakness.

Here it is:
Struggling by Doug Dworak

“I cry to you, O Lord;
I say, ‘You are my refuge,
my portion in the land of the living.
Listen to my cry,
for I am in desperate need;
rescue me from those who pursue me,
for they are too strong for me.
Set me free from my prison,
that I may praise your name.”
(Psalm 142: 5-7)
The older I get the more I realize that I know a whole lot less than I thought I knew!  Or maybe I should say the things I know with somewhat   certainty are minimal.  Here is my list of some of those things.
  1. I’m a wretched sinner and there is no good thing that dwells in my flesh.
  2. Even my best works are found lacking…see point one.
  3. My love is an impure love because it struggles to be a selfless love.
  4. The motivations of my heart are questionable at best in all that I do.
  5. I am more needy now than at any other time in my life and I’m 67!
  6. My faith wanes with every life’s trial.
  7. I’m scared to death to fail, which I do often.
  8. I know that the gospel is my only hope!
  9. I know the gospel contains life’s most important truths.
  10. I know apart from God’s grace I have no chance in this life or the one to come
Pretty limited right? I use to feel a great importance to look right, appear right and perform right.  Not so much anymore. I have come to understand that…. {Click here for more}

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