Strength

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.

How many times have you heard that? I've heard it a lot, and I've been through some tough times... I went through a divorce, I lost six loved ones over the course of six months, and I've faced personal demons that only God knows about. I've sometimes asked God, "Why?" and I've wondered just how strong I need to be.

I've faced some pretty stressful situations, and I haven't always been proud of how I acted (or reacted). Sometimes I was a rock, being strong for those around me, depending on God to get me through. Sometimes I was a fragile mess, just keeping up the facade that all was under control, and depending on my own strength. I know I wasn't always right.

But I know this: when I was in the lowest valley, looking up and only seeing a small glimmer of light peeking over the mountaintop, I wasn't alone. God has NEVER left me. Even when I didn't ask for His help or even shunned His help, He never left me. He surrounded me in His love and care and kept me safe. It is His strength that gives me strength.

God doesn't leave His children to fight their battles alone. He is the Great Conquerer, and He goes before His children into every battle they face. Though stones are thrown in my direction, though storm clouds surround me, though the enemy knocks at my door... God is with me, and He wraps me in His love and protects me and gives me strength to stand in the face of my adversities. He will never leave me.

And for that, I am grateful.