I believe strength is relative. Sometimes brute force is needed. That is strength. But there’s a different kind that I find myself admiring more. It’s a quiet strength. A kind of strength that is a compass during a storm. It’s the strength that’s born from hard won confidence. The type of strength that is gained from time spent on your knees. It’s the strength that comes from tears that flowed enough to create a river or a sea. This strength is present even in the worst of times. This strength reminds me that even during the worst of times there is a truth that I believe:

38 And I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from God’s love. Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons,[b] neither our fears for today nor our worries about tomorrow—not even the powers of hell can separate us from God’s love. 39 No power in the sky above or in the earth below—indeed, nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord.



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