What We Wanted All Along
There are times when I wonder who I am, what I am. Do you?
The Ojibwe call God the Great Mystery.
And He is.
And so are we,
Especially if he's done a work in us.
And it becomes hard to tell where our faults end and He begins.
And isn't that a mystery?
I would have expected to find Him in my strength
And in all the things I longed to be for Him.
But He was not there.
I've found Him in the weakness that I try to avoid.
And I wonder, "is this the thing that He was after?"
I am convinced more and more that it is.
And isn't that mysterious? Surely.
And it makes me wonder what great mysteries await the world
When the towers fall,
And we discover
That at the end of all our strength is weakness.
Perhaps, though we didn't realize it,
That is what we wanted all along.
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