Why do I always feel disoriented when I begin? From the start, I am hit with a head-on wave of confusion. Amnesia overwhelms me. I loose all memory of where I’ve been. I don’t know what next step to take. I panic. My puny soul squeaks “Help! Help! I am lost!” Surely something is wrong. Surely it’s not supposed to be this way.
But maybe it is, at least in part. Maybe I am supposed to sense my utter inferiority. So that I can reach out in dependence. And take hold of Help that is significantly stronger than I. What a thought – that the design of the task is that this would be my experience.
My task is designed to provide, to teach the realization that I am weak and God is strong and that his strength is made perfect in weakness … God in his mercy gives us something to do for which we know we are too small, too inexperienced, we lack.”
— Elisabeth Elliot, Faith and the Consciousness of Weakness. Gateway to Joy.
So, when I find welling up in me my sense of inadequacy, put on trust in God.