I always prided myself on my strength.
My life had been a series of so many ups and downs, that I had learned very early on to get back up and just keep going.
Strength was my salvation.
Strength was a quality that others had long admired in me.
Strength helped me to move smoothly past obstacles both great and small and make progress towards my life goals.
But when I went through my divorce, I felt that my strength had left me.
Often it seemed like I was in a vast ocean and one great wave after another was rising up, crashing over me, and trying to drag me down.
I felt unable to catch my breath, find my bearings: my foundation was rocked to the core.
Yet after my emotions finally began to calm, I realized that my strength was there all along.
I could then see that strength is not always about “being stoic.”
Strength is about having the courage to feel your emotions and to swim through your pain.
Strength is being able to admit that you are struggling, that you need help during a particular hardship, that even though you can endure pain alone, you don’t have to do so.
Strength is honesty.
Strength is being brave enough to show your vulnerability to others.
Strength is sharing your experiences, no matter how painful, so that others who suffer know they are not alone.
“Dear God, help me to be vulnerable in my strength. Help me to use my strength to bring me to an honest place on my life path.”