weak

People too often tell me how strong I am. Strong for fighting cancer. Strong for making it this far.  Thank you for the compliment. But I must tell you: IT IS NOT TRUE. I am weak. Weak as water. Any strength you see in me is not from me.  It's God, showing up right on time to carry a feeble soul who cannot make it on her own. So when you see strength in me, what you're seeing is Jesus, displaying His perfect power, His strength. His power is made perfect in our weaknesses. His power.  My weakness. If I had to walk this road on my own I absolutely could not do it. The fear alone would kill me.  It's Jesus that makes me strong.


I just wanted you to know that.