I am powerless, and God is powerful. I am right: there is nothing I can do. But I pray that Christ’s power will rest on me and his grace will be sufficient for me. I want to delight in this, although it is extremely difficult to at this point–my hardships are overwhelming me as the floodwaters are the levees in New Orleans, but through that I want to be weak, so I may be strong, so I can then pass that grace onto others. This is my portion. This is my strength.