I hit print on the printer and the pages starting spitting out. I pulled one of the sheets off the printer. NO NO NO! Oops! It was off center by a hair and over the line that marked the decorative border. I measured the paper with a ruler before entering in my margins. Durn!
I ripped open the printer so it wouldn’t waste any more of my “pretty paper” but not before it printed six of the prophetic words.
Thank goodness I had enough paper. I fixed the margins and re-printed the 30 prophetic words written for the event. I decorated and packaged the “good” ones up.
I went to throw the six misprints in the trash and I heard, “Don’t throw them away.”
Well, what am I going to do with six off center prophetic words?
Well, what am I going to do with six off center prophetic words?
“Leave them just as they are.”
I felt the sense that he had six very special women who would receive these words.
“Okay so I fix and reprint these six then.”
I went to throw them away again. I felt a strong NO!
“Okay so I fix and reprint these six then.”
I went to throw them away again. I felt a strong NO!
“Why then? I have plenty of paper and these don’t look right.”
I felt He said,
I can anoint these more than the others. Because in your weakness I can be strong. In your imperfections, I can be perfect. Bring me what you have. The lame, the weak reeds and I will be their strength. The misfits. The misprints. They don’t fit in a box because I didn’t make them to FIT! These women know that in their weakness I can be strong. They see past imperfections and see how I see. Those that look for perfectness end up only seeing imperfections in themselves and others. They don't see me in the mistakes so they are disappointed.
I can anoint these more than the others. Because in your weakness I can be strong. In your imperfections, I can be perfect. Bring me what you have. The lame, the weak reeds and I will be their strength. The misfits. The misprints. They don’t fit in a box because I didn’t make them to FIT! These women know that in their weakness I can be strong. They see past imperfections and see how I see. Those that look for perfectness end up only seeing imperfections in themselves and others. They don't see me in the mistakes so they are disappointed.
I felt led to send one of them to a friend in the mail. It took a while to get there and apparently went through a rainstorm as well 
I love that the title is “The Power of God.” So “fitting.” I just love how much fun God is - even and ESPECIALLY in my imperfectness.
I love that the title is “The Power of God.” So “fitting.” I just love how much fun God is - even and ESPECIALLY in my imperfectness.
2 Corinthians 12:9-13
Because of the extravagance of those revelations, and so I wouldn’t get a big head, I was given the gift of a handicap to keep me in constant touch with my limitations. Satan’s angel did his best to get me down; what he in fact did was push me to my knees. No danger then of walking around high and mighty! At first I didn’t think of it as a gift, and begged God to remove it. Three times I did that, and then he told me,
My grace is enough; it’s all you need.
My strength comes into its own in your weakness.
Once I heard that, I was glad to let it happen. I quit focusing on the handicap and began appreciating the gift. It was a case of Christ’s strength moving in on my weakness. Now I take limitations in stride, and with good cheer, these limitations that cut me down to size—abuse, accidents, opposition, bad breaks. I just let Christ take over! And so the weaker I get, the stronger I become.
Because of the extravagance of those revelations, and so I wouldn’t get a big head, I was given the gift of a handicap to keep me in constant touch with my limitations. Satan’s angel did his best to get me down; what he in fact did was push me to my knees. No danger then of walking around high and mighty! At first I didn’t think of it as a gift, and begged God to remove it. Three times I did that, and then he told me,
My grace is enough; it’s all you need.
My strength comes into its own in your weakness.
Once I heard that, I was glad to let it happen. I quit focusing on the handicap and began appreciating the gift. It was a case of Christ’s strength moving in on my weakness. Now I take limitations in stride, and with good cheer, these limitations that cut me down to size—abuse, accidents, opposition, bad breaks. I just let Christ take over! And so the weaker I get, the stronger I become.
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