It’s been a week. And I need a little Jesus. So maybe you do, too.
I don’t know about you, but sometimes getting out of bed in the morning seems like a really big accomplishment. Like I’ve just completed the hardest task of the day, and I should be at least a little proud of myself for it.
And you know what? That’s ok.
We rarely ever know how people are really doing. There are a few friends that I let my guard down with, but I’m not going to walk around with my heart on my sleeve. Because that leaves us vulnerable. And being vulnerable puts us at risk; it makes us weak.
But see, weak is how God wants us. How he embraces us. He is masterful at approaching weakness, he is skilled in handling the vulnerable. My God is begging me to lean on him. He sees that little steps have become hard, and he hurts. He wants to hold me through it.
I have to accept that doesn’t mean he’ll always take away the challenge living life is. I don’t think he ever intends to take away that challenge, I think he just means to provide the strong arms that hug us tight and carry us through.