Day 9 - May 9
I am strong. Physically, I often surprise people with my ability to move tables, haul rocks, pull saplings. I can carry both my children, one on each hip, upstairs when they are asleep. I can handle 80lb bags of mortar-mix day-after-day.
Emotionally, I have endured pain and loss and abuse, but I have not become a victim. I can share my heart without fear of losing myself to love. I am (re-)learning Joy and Grace.
Mentally, I am sharp. I belittle my math skills, but I also know that I CAN figure out measurements, conversions. I have a long memory and retain little details that allow me to serve and surprise others. I am smart and have book-learning, and I have commonsense streetsmarts.
Spiritually, I have forged my own path. From the time I was young, I have questioned the authority of traditional spiritual leaders and sought out friendships with those who welcome my ponderances. I seek to touch and communicate with the Universe, God, Great Spirit, and I am open to being called into service.
At the same time, I am learning the strength there is in weakness. I am learning to accept that "Even Wonder Woman needs helps sometimes". I am getting better about asking for help and accepting help when it is offered. I acknowledge my need for alone-time when I am feeling "stung." I know I still sometimes need to be dragged away, chained to the bed, and given permission to be "weak", but I am beginning to recognize the relief that washes over me in those times.
Sometimes it is through our weaknesses that we are the strongest.
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