I am me. I am no one else but myself. I am human. And I am weak.
I know this to be true.
As Jo March says in Little Women, "I'm hopelessly flawed."
I am okay with this. It is in my weakness that I discover strength. Strength I never knew I had. Strength that doesn't come from me, but from somewhere else. Not quite the depths of my soul, for it is strength I could never dredge up on my own.
No. In my weakness, He is strong.
Who is "He"? The love of my life. The best friend I've ever had. My everything. "He" is God. "He" is my Father, my Lover, my Comforter. "He" is my reason for living.
For you see, I am weak. I fail. Consistently. But He redeems. Consistently.
These are my confessions. This is my heart.
In the Beginning
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Your writing is so inspirational! You have a depth in God beyond your years. Keep the writing coming...
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