Posts Tagged ‘strong’

Not special, but Strong

Sometimes you have to remind yourself that you are strong. Stronger than you know. Stronger than you give yourself credit for. Strong despite those who left you or hurt you. Your worth is not a variable that someone can thumbs up on Facebook, or unfollow on Twitter. Your worth is grounded in who you are. Who God made you to be. Even on your worst day, after your biggest mistakes, in your loneliest places, you are worth something.

 

No matter how much loss you’ve experienced, rejection you face or road blocks in your way, the fact that you are still here, still alive, still waking up each morning, putting one foot in front of the other and weathering whatever storm life brings, proves your strength! I don’t care if you break down and cry, or get lost in periods of depression or self-hate. I see your strength when you put on a brave face and show up to work on time, smile at a stranger, or make dinner for your kids.

 

Take time to appreciate how far you have come without drowning in the awareness that there is still further yet to go. Notice the wounds that have become scars. Maybe they aren’t fully healed, and maybe they are still tender to the touch, but Praise God for the ones that no longer bleed!

 

This life is hard; but take comfort in the fact that your struggles don’t make you special, because we—individuals all over the world, are with you, struggling together. Your struggle is like a unique snowflake but together we are snow helping each other stay alive, whereas alone we might melt. Today I am praying for you, in the same way I hope you are praying for me. That we keep fighting, we keep surviving, and we keep overcoming.

 

You are strong! Find your strength.

 

 

 

 

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You are strong

I’m only doing this whole writing thing again because multiple people have told me I should start writing again. So this one is for all of you who have encouraged me, thank you.

 

I try to be honest when I’m writing, and the honest truth a lot of times isn’t really inspiring or encouraging or even pretty, so I previously had decided to kind of keep quiet. I figured if I couldn’t encourage anyone with what I’m saying, I shouldn’t say anything. … Ehh maybe it’s more than that too though. Maybe I’ve been afraid to be fully vulnerable just in case people I actually know read this. But forget them(!), I will continue to speak whatever comes to my mind. But for those people who do know me personally, just a small disclaimer: not everything I write about fully describes me, some things are about those close to me or things I’ve observed and learned from others. You could waste time trying to find me in everything I say, or you could sit back, and enjoy what is relevant to you, and ignore what isn’t.

 

There is value in honest reflection I think. Today I did read something interesting that someone shared on fb about how a lot of times people are fake in their marriages etc. pretending everything is perfect, and how that can lead to mental health issues, suicidal thoughts, etc. which I think is very true. That’s not completely relevant to me or anything. I’m not married or divorced even (yet lol), so I can’t claim much wisdom there. I have gotten my heart broken-shattered- but I don’t really have much wisdom to offer on that. I don’t believe in regrets so I don’t regret anything in life that has happened. The people who entered my life, the things I’ve done, or whatever in my life that has happened, has happened. At many points in life I may have done foolish things but with the limited wisdom I had at the time I did the best I could. To spend time in regret is to make yourself miserable. Learn from the past and improve. But stay away from the “if onlys” and “what ifs.”

 

In terms of the whole getting your heart stomped on and recovering from that, or in fact recovering from any grief in your family, school, losing a loved one- my advice would be you are stronger than you think. Seriously. YOU ARE STRONG. Yeah at some point you’re gonna feel like the pain is gonna literally kill you. But you gotta fake moving on until slowly you find happiness again. Like at first you won’t even be fooling yourself. But give yourself time. My mom says it takes twice as much time to recover from something as the time you were in it. If it took you 3 months to put on the weight, it might take you 6 months to get rid of it. If you were in a relationship for 1 year it might take you two years to get over it. I must say that’s the most depressing ‘ish’ I’ve heard in my life but I kinda think it’s true. We humans are fragile beings, especially mentally. Literally most of the battles we face in life are internal. Learning to love yourself, looking in the mirror and liking what you see, learning to find happiness in yourself, being self confident, and not being so affected by the things people say–those struggles are things no one sees. But also too, another thing my mom always says is that if something is for you, it will always be for you. Some things are meant to be, so you hopeless romantics out there, don’t give up hope.

 

Okay, I’m done talking about love/relationship/(weight loss lol) issues. Seems everyone has them but eish we don’t have to waste all our time talking about it. Lets talk about you, you as an individual.

If you lived on this planet by yourself, I mean no one else but you. No significant other. What would you do? You don’t have to work, there is an ample supply of food. You have the means to do and go anywhere, what would you do?

 

Your answer to this question will tell you what things in life make you happy. Maybe it’s traveling or reading, or hiking, or whatever. And if you don’t have an answer for this question maybe you don’t know yet what makes you happy. Friendly advice- figure it out.

 

Okay lets try that again, but this time there are people in the world. You have your fam, a lover or two, some friends, whatever, but still, no work, no concerns as to where you are gonna sleep or eat, and there is no money, so wealth is not a goal. What would you do with your life?

 

I really want you to think about this because it’s extremely important. Your answer to this question will address: WHY ARE YOU ALIVE? Seriously, why are you here? Work, money, is a means of survival yes, but are you working to live or living to work. I feel like a lot of people are living to work. Living to get that education, then to get that job, then to get that retirement, and before you know it you’re dead, and you’re still waiting to achieve something before you can be happy. But if on the other hand you feel that you are one of the few that are in fact working to live, then when you aren’t working, how are you living?

 

Here is a test I have used on myself this past year to push myself to figure out if I am really living.

I ask myself “Are you ready to die right now, in this moment?” If my answer is no, then I know that I haven’t been living in this moment. I’m either stuck in the past – what could have been, or the future, what will be, and I am missing out on right now – what currently is.

 

Okay, that’s all folks. I’m off to school/work so y’all have a good day!

Don’t miss me too much. I’ll be back soon this time, I promise.

He is able

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“♪He is able.”

“♪He’s able.”

 

She sang, but her voice began to shake and finally, it cracked. Sucking in another labored breath she tried her best to continue.

 

“♫I know He’s able.”

 

As she sung the tears began again. But she knew she had to finish.

 

“♫I know my Lord is able to carry me through.”

 

She sung it like a question. But by the end she knew she had found the answer. She sang the chorus again. “♫He is able…” And this time, her voice was stronger, she was surer.

 

By the third time she sang it, there was no longer any doubt. It was certain. He is able. The tears stopped and she smiled. She sung with confidence and certainty and her voice rang true. She chuckled. Now she began to fear she would wake the neighbors. And again, she smiled.

 

That night she had thought of her fears. They were not abstract—simply mere shadows of the night. But they were real, vivid, and ever present. 

 

The thing was, she had brought her burden to Christ.

And after so many years, she knew He must have seen it.

Countless times she fell on her knees in prayer.

He must have heard it.

So many things she tried, each time with hope renewed as if the last failure was never present.

Surely He could recognize that.

 

She prayed for a change.

Then, she prayed for His will.

But still, there was no change.

So she began to accept maybe ‘thiswas His will.

 

She sprung up from her bed. And searched frantically through her drawers.  Finally her fingers jammed against the cover. When she picked up the book. She flipped and flipped, until she found the passage that she was looking for. It had been there all along; read and re-read, marked and highlighted, but only now did she understand.

 

2 Corinthians 12. She read it out loud.

 

“Because of all that Christ has revealed to me and done for me. If I wanted to boast, I could. But I don’t, lest others begin to think of me as greater than I am.  But God, in order to keep me from becoming arrogant, allowed me to have a great burden, “a thorn in my flesh: a messenger of Satan, to torment me.” Three times I pleaded with the Lord to take this away from me. But still He said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in your weakness.” So now, because of Christ, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.”

 

I sat back and marveled. It seemed that there was nothing I could experience that God had not already prepared an answer for in His word. I thought God had left me in my weakness. Perhaps, He too, was even ashamed of me. But I began to see how He had made my weakness, into my strength. How He opened doors that I could have never walked through even had I been perfectly whole. What I had always saw as my burden. God was telling me was His perfection.

 

The truth is: as He works miracle after miracle in my life, I wish I could have taken the credit. I wish I could have said, thank you! Yep, it’s me who deserves the praise! But nothing could be farther from the truth. All He has done and will do in my life. I don’t deserve, I didn’t earn. And I can no longer hide behind a perceived impression of perfection. I AM WEAK! But He my friend, is STRONG 🙂