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When this strength fails.

“Be strong. Stay strong.”
“You can do this. You can handle anything.”
“I'm strong. I know my limits.”
“I can handle this. I can do anything I put my mind to.”
“We are powerful. We can do anything. We are worth it.”


Sometimes I feel like this is the anthem of our generation. It’s splashed across TV ads and Facebook pages. Some form of it is the creed of most health based or counselling companies. Everywhere I turn, someone or something is there to remind me, that I just need to stay strong, because I am strong…and don’t forget it!

Do these statements cause you to feel motivated, inspired or uplifted? I don’t doubt that they are well intentioned, or that there is kindness behind them, but, to me, they are empty and I cannot take any hope from them.

The thing is, I know myself, my foolish pride, the lust of my heart and my vast and crushing weakness.
When I am at a breaking point, or am testing how close I can get to a certain temptation, what I want, what I desperately long to hear is the truth; the truth, which brings far greater hope than the feeble might of my own strength.

So, what is the truth about me?
It is this: that, “the heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately sick”; that when left to my own strength, I am, “lured and enticed” by my own desires (James 1:14). The Bible reminds me that, “the flesh is weak” (Matt. 26:41); that “no good dwells in me, that is, in my flesh” (Rom. 7:18).

I am not strong enough! You are not strong enough. We will fall every time. We will crack and break and give in to doubt, fear and sin. We are “desperately sick” and “utterly wicked”. There is no inner good or hidden quality in ourselves to muster up when the world comes crashing down. Furthermore, there is no sparkling goodness in us that deserves a rescue either, yet………

Blessed be the Lord!
For he has heard the voice of my pleas for mercy.
The Lord is my strength and my shield;
In him my heart trusts, and I am helped;
My heart exults,
And with my song I give thanks to him.
(Psalm 28:6-7)

He gives strength to the weary,
and to him who lacks might He increases power.
Though youths grow weary and tired,
And vigorous young men stumble badly,
Yet those who wait for the Lord
Will gain new strength;
They will mount up with wings like eagles,
They will run and not get tired,
They will walk and not become weary.
(Isaiah 40:29-31)

“For, I will satisfy the weary soul,
and every languishing soul I will replenish.”
(Jeremiah 31:25)

Couldn't you just cry with joy at the hope and the compassion in these verses?!?

Life is hard. I know this. I've experienced it.  On top of that, the desire to sin is ever present. But, if we are honest with ourselves, we will see that putting on a happy face or repeating to ourselves that we are worth it is not the same as having real strength.

This Lord of the Rings conversation has been rolling around in my head:
“It is in men we must place our hope.”  - Gandalf
“Men? Men are weak.” – Lord Elrond

And it’s true. Men are weak. But God?

His “grace is sufficient for you”, His “power is made perfect in weakness.”
(2 Corinthians 12:9-10)

The Sovereign Lord is my strength;
He makes my feet like the feet of a deer,
He enables me to go on the heights.
(Habakkuk 3:19)

The next time you are tempted or discouraged or frightened, my friend, cry out to Jesus.
He who is never far off will be your refuge, your hiding place and your strength.

I pray that out of his glorious riches
He may strengthen you with power through His Spirit
In your inner being.
(Ephesians 3:16)


Now that is something to take heart in. 

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