The truth, the kind that has been sitting - waiting, it always hurts when it finally arrives. I like to think that I am that kind of person who welcomes truth. I embrace it, champion it and share it around right. No, I am not. I am weak and frail and the truth, it hurts me. I am not tough. I am not secure in my place and my heart, my heart is just a fragile thing that is the most susceptible. Were you fooled? I was. I really thought that I was strong, stronger than this.
And then … “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” (2 Cor 12:9 Message).
So I am weak … and He is not. This is my reality today …
Lets see what tomorrow brings
