A friend posted this picture on Facebook earlier this week
and I've kept it open on my computer ever since.
(I think I'm 45? I never can remember...)
I am finally beginning to understand that 'I' don't have to be the strong one.
More and more I am becoming aware of how weak I truly am.
It is so hard for me to say, "I can't do this; I just can't."
(I mean, don't we teach our children not to say that very thing?!)
until we get to the point where we can say that,
we're just going to keep struggling along in our own wimpy power.
I can't say that I've exactly learned to embrace the weakness,
but maybe I am moving in that direction.