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….
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