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21 May 2008 ! at 10:56 PM ! I suppose, in a way, I've always prided myself upon being the most mature among my sisters and I. My mum often told me so, comparing me with my sisters, and my grades often led relatives and friends to think that I'm a very obedient and mature girl who places great importance on her studies. I've always thought myself to be a strong and independent girl, being the oldest in the family. It was always my family members telling me their problems, asking me what they should do, almost never the other way round. But that incident taught me what being weak was like, and how being weak was never like what I had imagined. I always thought that being weak was a sign of defeat, a feeling of despair and loss of hope all rolled into one. But it isn't. Being weak isn't like that. Being weak is the feeling of helplessness, uncertainty and the humility to just come to God and admit that there's really nothing I can do, and that I can only leave it all in His hands. And when the incident happened, I really felt as though there's not even an ounce of strength left in me to be the pillar of supposrt to anyone. I can't draw strength from anywhere or anyone else, it just doesn't help. I tried and I tried, and all that gave me was false hopes over and over again, leaving me to plunge further into despair if I haven't hit rock bottom. Being weak left me confused and afraid, but it taught me the dependency I needed to have on God. For apart from Him, I am nothing. I used to think that I understood what being nothing means. But no, God showed me a whole new perspective of what being nothing is. It is even beyond feeling weak. It is feeling as though you have lost everything, a feeling of being so worn out by the daily affairs of life that you tried to have control over. During the incident, I was feeling... Pretty torn apart. I was at a loss, and all I could do was pull my bolster close to me, hugged it with all my might and grit my teeth as tears flowed down my face. I could only plead God, confess to God, the weakling I actually am. But in that moment of laying it all at His throne, He gave me hope. He gave me peace. I felt His soothing voice reminding me that whatever it is, He is still in control. Always in control. And I was reminded of this song, Love them like Jesus. I knew as I thought about the lyrics, His gentle hand was there, wiping away each tear that was on my face. And He reminded me of my favourite song, I will never leave you. I mustered what little strength I could as I whispered and sang the song, feeling Him comforting my little hurting heart. I may never understand why all these incidents even happen, but I've come to realise that I just need to know that He's always there for me and that's enough to keep me trusting in Him. The love of her life is drifting away They're losing the fight for another day The life that she's known is falling apart A fatherless home, a child's broken heart You're holding her hand, you're straining for words You trying to make - sense of it all She's desperate for hope, darkness clouding her view She's looking to you Just love her like Jesus, carry her to Him His yoke is easy, His burden is light You don't need the answers to all of life's questions Just know that He loves her and stay by her side Love her like Jesus Love her like Jesus The gifts lie in wait, in a room painted blue Little blessing from Heaven would be there soon Hope fades in the night, blue skies turn to gray As the little one slips away You're holding her hand, you're straining for words You're trying to make sense of it all They're desperate for hope, darkness clouding their view They're looking to you Just love them like Jesus, carry them to Him His yoke is easy, His burden is light You don't need the answers to all of life's questions Just know that He loves them and stay by their side Love them like Jesus Lord of all creation holds our lives in His hands The God of all the nations holds our lives in His hands The Rock of our salvation holds our lives in His hands He cares for them just as He cares for you So love them like Jesus, love them like Jesus You don't need the answers to all of life's questions Just know that He loves them and stay by their side Love them like Jesus Love them like Jesus I couldn't help tearing as the song played over and over again in my iTouch. It's the first time I fully comprehended this song and its precious lyrics. In my weaknesses, is His strength made perfect. <3, CASS. |