He is strong.
I forget that sometimes. I try to be the the strong one. I try to hold everything together. I think somehow I’ll make it through.
I can be strong.
And sometimes we need to be strong. We need to be the warriors. We need to be the one that others can lean on. We need to be brave.
Even when we are afraid.
Especially when we are afraid.
That is when we need to be strong.
Because He is Strong. The Lion of Judah. The defender of the weak.
I am not strong. Sometimes I pretend to be strong. I can be a warrior for awhile, but deep inside, the warrior is a child.
Children need someone to fight for them. Someone to be their defender. Someone to run to.
I am the child.
Often I am afraid.
But He is strong. I can run to Him. I don’t need to be strong for Him. I don’t even need to pretend to be strong.
Because He makes my weakness strong. I don’t know how He does it. I don’t understand.
But He promised.
My strength is made perfect in weakness.
And He is the Strong One.