“Your strength amazes me….”
“I could always see fortitude in you that left me in awe….”
“You are my ‘she-ro’!”
The accolades fall on the ground
all around me while I sit, hugging my knees and crying into the emptiness that
surrounds me. I am not strong! And in this moment I feel fragile and
frightened. Yet, everyone believes I am strong and steady. No one sees the me
that breaks down in the middle of a run and has to stop as the sobs take my breath
away and defeat my soul. No one sees the tears that intermingle with sweat
streaming down my face. No one sees because I am too busy hiding behind my
Father, trying desperately to become invisible. What they see is supernatural.
What they see is Someone greater than I will ever be picking up the pieces and
holding them together.
I will never be strong. Fortitude
covers my fragility; and a champion? There is only One, and it is not me. I will
fall to my knees every time, delicate and defeated. Yet, somehow God shines
through me and is revealed to those who cross my path. Just know that the real
me does not deserve praise. I am as pathetic as they come, but I have found
sustenance in a God who through my frailty is made strong.
