I’ve learned it takes a certain strength to get up early in the morning for work or school. A different kind of strength to stay up late to get done what is due. A different kind of strength when the baby is up at 3 and you have to be up in two. And yet a whole different kind of strength to put me before you.
It takes a different kind a strength to say no when I want to say yes. I different kind of strength to know I’m worth more, nothing less. Nothing less than the Queen he called me to be. And I still reign in His kingdom humbly while He’s teaching and guiding me.
Single I may be but alone I am not. I know He is there when the blue skies turn grey. When the sky is dark and the sun is tucked away. In the still of the night. Even when I’m weeping He is my joy in the dark times. Greater joy comes in the morning when the clouds roll away. I grow even stronger after the rain has passed away because my faith was watered and roots hold down my faith.