Strength I Do Not Have on My Own
I am not going to lie. The start of today has been rough.
Sleeping was painful last night. I woke up feeling physically beat up and emotionally tired. There is that quiet place inside me that wants to cry and give up. But the Holy Spirit will not let me.
When I reach this point, He gently reminds me how far I have already come. He shows me how much healing has taken place. He speaks into my heart that He is here. And honestly, that truth is giving me strength I do not have on my own.
I have come a long way since Wednesday. There is still healing ahead, but I can see the progress. I can see what rest has done. I can feel that my body is slowly recovering. Today I can do a little more than I could yesterday.
And that feels like grace.
To give some context, last week my family and my in-laws went on a weeklong ski trip to the beautiful village of Čičmany, hidden in the snowy hills of Slovakia. It truly looked like something out of a winter postcard.
The first time I went snowboarding this year was in January. I had a big fall, but I walked away unharmed. When we returned to the slopes last week, I had to overcome the fear that lingered from that fall. It took me two days to regain my confidence. And just when I finally did, I had another fall. This one was not gentle. I was hurt pretty badly.
Since Wednesday, I have mostly been lying down and recovering. Today will be my first normal day up and about because I have a doctor’s appointment.
The hard part is that injuries seem to be circling our family right now. Before we left for the trip, my husband injured himself playing floorball. Just as I began to see progress in my own healing, my son came home from practice with a toe injury and will need to go to the hospital to make sure everything is okay.
It has felt like one thing after another.
And yet, God has been good.
He has been with us in this season. I am deeply thankful that our injuries, though inconvenient and painful, are not life threatening. I am grateful that we are healing. I am grateful that He continues to show His love, grace, and mercy in small but steady ways.
That truth is what keeps me together.
Even on mornings like this one.
Some seasons feel like they test every layer of us, physically, emotionally, spiritually. And yet, sometimes the greatest evidence of growth is not that we feel strong, but that we keep going anyway.
Where in your life have you seen quiet progress, even if you still feel tired?
