I may still feel weak, but I am not defeated.
The enemy has a way of attacking our minds because he studies our weaknesses and knows where we are vulnerable. Sometimes life feels so heavy that I wonder if I am strong enough to keep carrying everything being thrown at me. When my spirit becomes entangled in feelings of loneliness, disappointment, and weariness, my mind begins to entertain thoughts that only make me weaker. Just as the Apostle Paul wrote, “The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.” There are moments when I want to cry. Moments when I want to scream in frustration. Moments when I look in the mirror and see a failure, a nobody, someone unworthy of love, success, or purpose. In those moments, my flesh is loud. My emotions are loud. My fears are loud. Yet it is precisely in my weakness that I am reminded of the truth: God’s power is greater than what my eyes can see, greater than what my emotions can feel, greater than what my mind can imagine, and greater than what my flesh can perceive. Yes, I am weak....
