I am strong.
I can handle anything.
I can juggle three jobs and a dozen fluctuating schedules. I can keep a clean, organized home and prepare homemade meals. I can spend time with people, and get along with people, and invest in people, and talk to people, and help people. I can deal with my own problems and everyone else’s. I can manage my crazy life and spend significant time with God every day. I have the right perspective. I see things clearly. I can shrug at calamity and laugh at the future. I’ve got it all under control.
And I can do all of this while living with chronic pain. That nagging, never-ending distraction that threatens to tear me apart. No big deal. I can handle it.
And I can handle all of this on my own. Alone.
I have family and friends, but let’s be real – I am alone. I don’t have someone with whom to share my life. Someone who knows my heart. Someone who cares that much. But that’s okay. I don’t need that anyway. I can handle all of this stuff just fine on my own.
I am self-sufficient. Independent. Rock solid. Unwavering.
I am strong.
Until this week, when it all comes crashing down and the truth comes out. I am weak.
In every way overwhelmed.
And it is then and there – when my heart is overwhelmed – that I rejoice to know the true Rock.
For there I find my greatest Strength. My surest Comfort. My ever-deepening Joy.
When my heart is overwhelmed, lead me to the Rock that is higher than I. Psalm 61:2
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