I am amazed at how grief has changed me. Little things hurt more. I am weak. I am wounded. I cry easily. I don’t have the strength or courage to endure slights that didn’t used to bother me. Fear hits at times that are simply not convenient!I hate being weak and wounded. I hate being fearful.
My prayer is that this would be true for me today:
But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me. For the sake of Christ, then, I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities. For when I am weak, then I am strong.
2 Corinthians 12:9-10 | ESV