Be Strong!


We hear it all the time through quotes, inspirational posters at the gym, we are taught as children not to cry when we’re hurt, but to be strong! Pounded in our heads time and time again that we are to ‘suck it up’.

Even in church this is the message we get continually. ‘pray more, sin less, do this do that’ do, do ,do……

But ya know what? I am tired of being strong! There I said it. I’m tired of quoting the right scripture, behaving like I have it all together, keeping up a fake appearance when in reality….I am weak…

I am VERY weak

I am tired….

Very tired!

And guess what? This does not come as a shock to papa. He knows my weakness, my failures. He sees my heart.

Oh , i get it!

But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.

Some would say ‘boasting of our weakness’ shows a lack of faith, or that I lack fruit in my life. Why are we so afraid to allow others to see our weakness? Is it spiritual pride? Is it fear of ‘causing others to stumble’ is it because of our own insecurities? Or maybe all the above.

Maybe by allowing others into our weakness, our struggles there is a redemption that takes place, I don’t know, maybe it’s that ‘all things working together for good’ Component.

I have asked God to please let something good come out of my suffering…sometimes i’m too caught up in my own emotions, i fail to see the good in front of me. The connections made, the assurance to others who are hurting that they are not alone. I don’t know.

What I do know is this..His strength sustains me, truly…I am loved, I am accepted…unconditionally.

I am weak

He is strong

and i’m perfectly ok with that today

About Amalia

My name is Amalia, I am a survivor, but I am not simply surviving here. I fully intend on living life to its fullest everyday of my life. My past does not define me, it is simply a part of me and a contribution to who I am becoming. Fully awake, fully alive. Love is my religion. I enjoy meeting new people from all different walks of life. I love engaging in deep, meaningful conversation with others. I believe we each have something to add to anothers life. I love Jesus. And the way he interacted with people, especially the outcasts. I sometimes feel as if I am a very old soul born hundreds of years too late. But am realizing I am right where I am supposed to be, there are no accidents. I cherish those who love and accept me for who I am, intensity and all. Who love me for me, not who they'd like me to be. When I love, I love deeply, when I hurt I hurt deeply, I can feel others pain, an empath, but I would not change a thing. My 'story' has molded me into the person I am today and I like me! I am deeply moved by early morning sunrises and evening sunsets, by flowers, bugs, the changing seasons,barefoot walks in the woods, the wind in my hair and the sunshine on my face. I love capturing these moments with my camera, as well as trying to share the emotions attached on canvas. Music is my drug of choice. It soothes me when i'm feeling down or overwhelmed. I am drawn to other creatives and out of the box thinkers, the misfits, outcasts. I love to laugh and make others laugh. Laughter is amazing medicine. I have ADHD and it shows, I am currently....LOOK A SQUIRREL! I have a very strong sense of justice and nothing angers me more than seeing others taken advantage of or harmed, especially in the name of religion or by those in authority who use their authority to harm or control others. I am childlike, yet intense and will fight for those I love until the bitter end. But i've also learned that I cannot save anyone else and have learned when to let go. Because that too is love.

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