I've been thinking a lot about strength during the last year of my life. I've come to some conclusions that I wanted to write down - if nothing else for my own benefit. Sometimes when we think of strength, our mind goes here.
We think of armor. We think of having no weakness. We think of unyielding will. We think of independence. We think of being undefeated.
But, the older I get the more I realize that none of that is true strength in my opinion. I believe that true strength doesn't mean having no weakness. I think it means recognizing your weaknesses and being able to admit them. It means putting them out there and then mustering the courage to overcome them. I think strength isn't dressed in hard armor, but rather flexibility and love. I think that at times when we try to protect ourselves from pain we actually blind ourselves, much like wearing the helmet above.
I think that true strength isn't independence, but rather having the guts to ask for help without fear of looking weak. If we were meant to do it all on our own, perhaps God would have sent us each to our own separate earths. He didn't. He knew we would need one another.
And when I lay this all out....I realize that I'm not really as strong as I might have thought when I was younger. I still have a long way to go, but I do see where I want to go.
The imagery of my new kind of strength is a bit different. She wears no armor. She has flaws, but she knows them and can even freely admit them to others - encouraging others along the way. She has battled her own stubbornness and given her will to God. She asks for help. She loves easily and gives freely - with no worry of being taken advantage of. She has been defeated many times, but she rises. Some might see her as vulnerable, but she knows joy to the core. She allows herself to feel deeply. She is grateful. She is strong.
That's the kind of strong I want to be.
Thanks for reading.