She girdeth her loins with strength, and strengtheneth her arms.
Proverbs 31:17(KJV)

“I am made of strong stuff…”
Jill Scott, as Precious Ramotswe, in the #1 Ladies Detective Agency

I’m on my way back from a long, hard season of living, learning, seeking God and finding Him in places I could never have imagined. It feels good. I believe that God has answered my prayer and rewarded me for living my personal challenge to blossom, anyway. It has not been easy. I learned both that I am weak AND that there is strength within me.

I have always believed myself to be strong, but this journey has been about clarity. The strength upon which I relied, the reserves upon which I always drew were never about me. It wasn’t until I was broken, no, beyond broken, crushed to dust in my crucible season that I finally understood. Life was so hard that it threatened to choke my hopes, strangle my dreams right out of me. Please, if you do nothing else, hear my testimony. There is a beauty in brokenness. There is a beauty in arriving at right relationship with God.  (<====Click to Tweet)

Here and now, I am girding my loins with strength, and finally, I know from Whom my strength comes. The strong stuff of which I’m made is Almighty God. It is the God in me. Now I can dream again.

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That’s what we’re supposed to do, to clearly see ourselves as reflections of God in the world-nothing more. Though sometimes, often, we get distracted by our own weariness, or weakness, or fear. No more. That is not who I am, not who you are, not who we ever were.

Now I can dream again. I’m dreaming and doing, beginning every day with a heart filled with gratitude, and expressing it actively. I am working on today’s thing AND prayerfully planning for tomorrow. Why? Because, as Jill Scott so powerfully declares as the character Precious Ramotswe, “I am made of strong stuff.” (We are, you know.) Our Father created us in His image, and that is the strongest stuff there is. (<====Click to Tweet)

So , this is a short post, because coming back from the brink of defeat is exhausting, and I need to improve my stamina. Then, tomorrow, I’m off…to run, to dream, to move mountains. God and me. God in me. Because I can. Because He created me powerfully, and wonderfully. And that’s a blessing. I am a warrior, and now I rightly acknowledge the source of my strength, the source of my joy. C’mon and join me, warrior woman. We’ve got dreaming to do.

Shared By: Chelle

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