it has taken the world by storm, this ideal of power and strength. especially for women in the world.
the calm and collected ones are given the stand, speaking effortless on how they have found their perfection in Christ.
the broken ones are quietly shown the door.
but what about me?
because i'm not. i am not a rock by any means. i am fragile and broken and in constant need of some sort of support.
i am not Wonder Woman. not by any means.
i never seek to hide my imperfections -- i readily admit my need for a Savior, or else i tumble groundward and find myself lost again.
and sometimes i look around at all these amazing women whose blogs i follow, and i feel so intimidated. they seem to be so together, such strong and beautiful creatures with children and husbands that all fall right into their places.
and i am reminded that
His power is made perfect in my weakness
and so I will boast in my weakness
to give Him the greater glory.
we are imperfect women. this cluster of souls knit together by the invisible bonds of Love
there is power in a shared story. there is strength in knowing that you are not alone.
there is sufficiency in the arms of the Lover of our souls.