I had one of those moments this week where you read a word and see it in a different light, the light drawing out new hues and creating new shadows. I encountered the word “strength” and thought of how frail humanity often feels in moments of tragedy. We can do little to thwart earthquakes and their devastation and we can feel slighted at the smallest of comments from others. And yet at times we can feel invincible, clearly a season of deception until we encounter the next incident (e.g. loss of job, loss of loved one, conflict with spouse) that shows we’re not as strong as we think.
So, this propelled me to think of what it is that makes us feel strong? I came up with a few. Perhaps you want to add more? I’d love to see what you’re thinking.