“You’re mentally very strong.
But your body is much weaker.”
This is one line I’m tired of hearing –
and have to check the rebel sigh
while fighting yet another throat infection and flu.
Must I be this fragile?
What’s the point of being strong if my body will collapse when I push myself?
If my body was stronger,
I know I can go much farther
and achieve more.
I can do so much more things
if I can sleep at 2am and
still be functioning the next day.
But no, I need my 8 hours of sleep or else I’ll
Perhaps this is God’s restraining of my ambition –
with perfect health,
and without any reminders of frailty,
who knows where I’ll be.
This is the cross I must take up,
not one that I lay on myself,
but one that is given by God
to teach me to
deny myself and follow Him.
As much as I can,
I’ll try to improve my health
through good lifestyle habits,
but I am aware that this
weak and delicate frame is a
lifelong thorn in the flesh.
2 Corinthians 12:9
And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness.
Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.