I had a great dinner tonight with my greatest friends in Brissy. Great food and great company.
The topics of conversation were stimulating as usual.
It got me thinking again, about strength.
I am both very strong and very weak. Most people will not think 'weak' or 'soft' when they remember me. I guess, to some extent, I am driven and focused. Generally responsible and productive. These words do not describe soft.
But I feel so much, so deeply it is sometimes scary. The amount of pain and sometimes esctasy I feel is quite extreme. I'm not a rock wall.
But as a friend pointed out today, resilience is what defines me. Nothing ever REALLY gets me totally down and crushed. Always bouncing back up, sometimes with anger, sometimes with forgiveness, sometimes with gritted determination.
The more I progress in life, I find that I am getting just a little stronger. Iron and steel being wrought in my make-up. And the oil of grace keep them from rusting and breaking. The flexibility of rubbery, elastic materials is also being added so I don't chip and break like glass.
I have so many dreams coming alive again in my heart. Strength will be needed for all of them in increasing measure.
God. You are my strength. Always.
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