So many times in my life I have felt the burden of weakness flow through me poisoning my mind into believing that there were things that I just couldn't do, things that I just couldn't face, and situations that I couldn't handle; but why would I ever succomb to those thoughts when I come from women who, over the span of my life, have shown me how much strength flows within my veins? Because THEIR blood is MY blood and THEIR strength is MY strength.
I watch my mother suffer in silence her heartbreak these days as she comes to terms with the finality of life and how she manages to continue moving forward even when I know she just wants to plant her feet in the earth firmly and hold onto with both hands those most dear to her. How she finds the strength to lift the corners of her mouth to present a smile instead of allowing the pain to push through exhibits a spirit that leaves me in awe.
I watch as my grandmother, a once very strong-willed woman, try to hold onto that will even when her mind attempts to steal it from her like a thief. I see the look in her eyes each week searching for that strength as passionately as she searches for her words now.
I have been so fortunate in my life to have been raised by these brave souls, to bare witness to their journeys, and to be a part of a tribe of such formidable women that taught me the depths with which God planted that seed of strength within us all. God doesn't give us more than we can carry because He knows exactly how strong He made us...and if you find yourself feeling weak, well, flex your muscles by lifting those weights up to Him because that's how we build strength.
I watch my mother suffer in silence her heartbreak these days as she comes to terms with the finality of life and how she manages to continue moving forward even when I know she just wants to plant her feet in the earth firmly and hold onto with both hands those most dear to her. How she finds the strength to lift the corners of her mouth to present a smile instead of allowing the pain to push through exhibits a spirit that leaves me in awe.
I watch as my grandmother, a once very strong-willed woman, try to hold onto that will even when her mind attempts to steal it from her like a thief. I see the look in her eyes each week searching for that strength as passionately as she searches for her words now.
I have been so fortunate in my life to have been raised by these brave souls, to bare witness to their journeys, and to be a part of a tribe of such formidable women that taught me the depths with which God planted that seed of strength within us all. God doesn't give us more than we can carry because He knows exactly how strong He made us...and if you find yourself feeling weak, well, flex your muscles by lifting those weights up to Him because that's how we build strength.
