Pringles

     This weekend a friend prayed over me for strength. I have been feeling particularly weak, and I don't see the reason for any of it. I don't know why I am so dragged down.

     While we were praying, my friend told me that God gave him this strange vision of a can of Pringles. Yes, Pringles. I told you it was strange.

My friend continued to explain how Pringles seldom show an abundance of strength. More often than not, one will open their can of Pringles to find a few shards of broken chip in between the good ones. He remarked on their claims about being "better than normal" potato chips. What difference does it make when half of the chips come out of the can all broken and smashed? Good question, but completely off his point.

     Coming back to his train of thought, he told me that he saw me as the broken Pringles. Broken, scattered, unable to hold up their own weight. I couldn't agree more. I do feel about as strong as a bunch of broken Pringles.
     He went on to say that God's strength was the can that will hold me up regardless, and is the ultimate driving force that will restore me. God only knows how much I need His strength now.

     It was quite a strange vision my friend received, but God knows how much I enjoy strange things. I wonder if God was trying to cheer me up a little with that. I especially liked the part about being held up, regardless of my current state. Oh, to be held in an embrace. There are few things I can think of that can restore someone from pain so effectively.

     Have I forgotten that God is forever holding me in His embrace, or have I been more concerned with my situation that I simply haven't noticed?

Good question.