"Put your hope in Yahweh, be strong, let your heart be bold, put your hope in Yahweh" - Psalm 27:31
I was struck by this line today while doing my morning devotional - an invitation to be strong and to be bold, even after I have been told that I need to be the stronger one, I need to be the one who stays steady and not crumble to pieces.
I can only ask - How? What is left of me, even after I have raised the white flag, and like the apostles, are asleep from sheer exhaustion and sorrow in the Garden of Gethsemane? And again, my crushing weaknesses come to the fore, leaving me doubtful and torn. To hope then seems akin to attempts to catch the moon when I can barely even lift my body and jump.
I see no way out. Made of glass and afraid of even more debilitating wounds - I can only say: no bravado, no words left but a quiet clinging to the cross and rekindling the memory of a risen Christ 2000 years ago, and asking Him to rise in my entombed heart now. The belief is no less real, despite my grief.
-the Sojourner-