There are times when you can be strong all of your life. When your strength, courage, and persistence has enabled you to climb over insurmountable obstacles. Times when sheer grit got you through the worst pain imaginable to reach the other side and grab the flag of hope. Times when your intelligence and analytical mind gave you the power to accomplish what seemed impossible to others and even yourself, initially.
Yet, there are also times when the losses pile up like discarded pieces of rotten wood. When old age robs you of your strength and endurance. When illness takes away your hope in the future, and the very people who you care about hurt you and abandon you when you are the weakest and the most vulnerable. There comes a time when the strongest person breaks and you enter a place of darkness so deep that escape seems unlikely. Faith becomes hard to hold onto and all you feel like doing is lashing out in anger about your circumstances and you want to shout loudly, “Why me, Lord?”
When all hope seems to be lost, someone comes and binds up your wounds, and shows you how to walk again, teaches you how to survive the darkness, and gives you the tools to climb out of the hole you were in. Through talking, hope starts to rekindle inside you and courage tries with all of its strength to pull itself out of the dungeon it had rolled into.
Your muscles tremble as you fight against the weakness. There is a long road ahead of you that you must travel. Somehow you will make it by taking one step at a time, by holding courage close to your heart, and by keeping hope alive in your soul.