In all my weakness
Sometimes, I have to wonder how I keep
pressing on, how despite the many things that cause fear, anxiety, uncertainty,
and turmoil, hitting at the door of my composure threatening to break an entry
and overwhelm me with the audacity of the invasion of an armed robber.
I am only human, all the more
vulnerable, concerned about circumstances that I believe will turn right,
though, at this time, things are not where they should be. The vicissitudes of
life are an ever-present indicator that ease and difficulty are the ebb and
flow of the currents that define the stories of life.
I will not falter
At times, it seems relentless and
unyielding, then you think again, I can face this and face this down, this will
pass, it will become a distant memory. It is just not that comfortable when you
are sitting in the middle of a storm. I know I will weather it, even when I
think my strength is totally exhausted, the reserves that buoy me up would say,
grace, good fortune, blessing, and favour is on my side.
Until I draw my last breath, I am here
to tell a better story. Using the spirit of hope to my fears, they will not
prevail.
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