An elderly woman and her little grandson, whose face was sprinkled with bright freckles, spent the day at the zoo. Lots of children were waiting in line to get their cheeks painted by a local artist who was decorating them with tiger paws. Embarrassed, the little boy dropped his head. His grandmother knelt down next to him. I love your freckles.
Freckles are beautiful.
Why, just name me one thing that's prettier than freckles. The little boy thought for a moment, peered intensely into his grandma's face, and softly whispered . . . Like that little boy and his freckles, we look at Gideon and all we see is someone hiding, someone small, someone reluctant. But like that grandmother, God saw more. God took Gideon's Weakness and transformed it into a moment of God's Strength.