Recharge of Strength

We didn’t watch much television as kids, but enough to remember cool shows like reruns of Little House on the Prairie, some cartoons of Tom Sawyer and show after school on PBS Kids. Let’s not forget Barney. The real kick to those earlier nineties specials were the commercials. Back then, commercials were more knowledgeable, funny and had a catch to remember (at least the annoying ones, such as Dentyne Ice). Most of all, commercials were informative . . . not just the medicine or medical ones, but the ones pertaining to us kids—toys and kid’s meal prizes. I’m serious. How often these days do you see commercials for the newest Avengers action hero figure or a Dora the Explorer prize booklet you get in your meal bag? Not many! The days of Tonka Toys and kitchen sets for kids, and Polly Pockets are over. And my favorite? Power Rangers! Who had it all, until the end—“Batteries not included.”

This morning, I felt like those Power Ranger figures, motionless and without their hidden powers. My mind was active, aware that the morning was on the move, but I physicaly could not get my body to follow. I tried once, but the pain in my neck was so bad that I sat in my black chair and tilt my head against the pillow, resulting in more sleep. When I finally awoke, the neck pain had diminished, but I was so weak. Even lifting my left arm to reach for a clothing item, I said out loud, “I do not have the strength.”

On days like today, when I fought to recharge my strength, it never comes from me, though I try, adding extra caffeine just for energy. It is seeming these days . . . even with a good night’s sleep . . . my body is drained and I sleep so much and that in turn bugs me, because I want to be filling my days. I am waging against contentment of what I can do and what I cannot do anymore. And this morning, the “Battery is low” sign flashed; I never recharged it with the Word and I did not receive any extra reserve in the flesh, because God—compassionate and loving, rich in mercy—showed me today, strength is not just the flesh. He recharged my strength in mind and heart. “He restores my soul.” (Psalm 23:3a)

Never underestimate the power of a kind word, text, email, surprise snail mail, service or even a smile. Most of all, prayer! To know people bend their knees on my behalf . . . even my weakest joints reflect answers of strength I so often forget. And thus, I lift my needful hands.

“Needful Hands”

Jars of Clay

For those under the clouds
Staring up in awesome wonder
As tears come slowly down
I’m reaching up a needful hand
You are my eyes when I cannot see
You are my voice, see, sing through me
You are my strength in weakness beTo find that I could fall
And still your grace surrounds, pursuing
To freely stumble down
I feel your hands around my heart

You are my strength, my voice, my eyes
I lift up needful hands
You are my strength, my voice, my eyes
I lift up needful hands


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4 responses to “Recharge of Strength

  1. Kim Jenerette


    “Strength is just not flesh” … within our society, of “do it all yourself” attitude and actions, it is incredibly easy to miss this … I know I do constantly … the fact that God has allowed you to slow down and focus all of your energy in Him has allowed you a perspective and insight many of us miss …. your relationship with God encourages me to do the same ….

    We pray for you often … sometimes I do not know how to pray (didn’t Paul say the same thing) so I am seeking to align my spirit within His spirit and pray for you ….

    We love you.

    Uncle Kim and Aunt Lisa

  2. Karen Tucker

    I totally agree with you, Mel, on the importance of recharging our batteries with God’s Word and prayer. In fact, I find myself needing to do it several times a day, as I face constant challenges with the little ones God has given us to care for!

  3. Jolene Dutton

    My Dearest Melinda
    When I read your blogs my ears fill with tears and my heart overflows knowing the love that our Savior has for all of us. He is definately by your side helping. You humble me with your sincere love and devotion. I think of you and realll love your blogs and wonder how you can put all of your thoughts and feelings out in such a spendid way that touch all of your followers (people who dearly love you) and make us all want to be a better person. I really miss you and all of the talks we had in class. If there was any way to see you and share my strength I would be there. Please tell your family how much I love and miss all of them.
    Loads of love

    • mel

      Hi Mrs. Dutton, Thanks for writing. We did have some good times those 4 years; I think I practically lived in your clasroom senior year. haha. Thoughts of hme and growing up hafe been on my mind, just reflecting on life and where the journey has led me…I would have never thought of thi in those high school days when it began. Been a long road, but I am so blessed. I hope you are doing well these days. I’ll give the family your greetings. 🙂 Love, Mel

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