God made me to be strong.
I’m not as physically strong as I once was, but emotionally He helps to keep me strong. He helps me exercise my emotional muscles through daily circumstances, and special circumstances that both test and increase that strength.
God designed me to be able to carry a lot.
When I look around, it sure appears that my load is much heavier than others– but I’m not a good judge of what others bear.
Often, while I am preoccupied with carrying my own stuff, He brings people to me that need help carrying their stuff too. Once in awhile, I am overwhelmed by the extreme weight of my own stuff, but often I’m distracted by the need other people have that God chooses to entrust me with to help them carry.
Today, I waver through feeling the heaviness of so many things, and remembering I am not alone in this life task. God is with me. Where He guides, He provides. Today I am reminded that His provision means that He is carrying me. I’m not going to break, because He has my back. He keeps my emotional state in balance, in check.
He does that, even when I don’t think to ask Him to, even when I don’t realize He is.
My path has been paved– carefully, lovingly, with His patience, His endurance, with His peace that defies all worldly understanding.
Today I am weak. He– in me– is strong.
Jemtree's Heart 