I hate being wounded

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

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One thought on “I hate being wounded

  1. Grief does change us. It seems to bring our weaknesses to the surface. At the same time it makes us more dependent on God’s grace because when we realize how fragile this life is we also recognize how powerless we are on our own.

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