...made perfect in my weakness.

Why does such a big God let such small people love on and care for His beloved creation on His behalf?

Humans, His beautiful creation.
They are so intricately designed.
So fragile. So, so... human.

I am fragile. I am... broken. 
And I have messed up. 
I mess up.
I will mess up.

I make mistakes to those very ones I am to be showing my Jesus to.
I cling to the truth that my Jesus can take any filth, any garbage and turn it into beauty.

But I walk on a wire. I am so fearful of falling one way or another while trying again. While I am willing, what if I mess up. Again.                                                            What if I once again do something wrong. I am so fearful of the shame I could bring to the name of Jesus. Of saying or doing, and then regretting.
The cost is high and His name holy. I do not want to bring disgrace to royalty, to my King.

How could you possibly entrust your precious children with us, with... me? 

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I hear you say, my Jesus, that...
"My creation is beautiful, isn't it? I so delight in my children. They are fragile though, you are right about that.
However, you are forgetting one thing. You, my child, are forgetting that
   you are a tool,
   the clay,
   an instrument...

But I?
I am the carpenter.
I am the potter.
I... I am the director of this symphony.

You are a part, a vital part, but a part.
I am choosing to use you in the beauty that I am giving life to all around you.

So let me."                                                                                                           
                                                                                                                                  2 Corinthians 12:9+10