weaknesses made perfect in Him.

sometimes, some things, in life hits you, so badly, when you least expect it to. you're left there to witness the cut, the raw wound.

you don't know what to do, in that split second, you stop, you ponder, you think, your mind wanders, you're numb, and after that split second, your stimulus rush through your bloodstream, like a brand new Ferrari along a new deserted grey with white stripes platform with no resistance, and after that the pain follows through, piercing through every cell, every nerve, every receptor, and it hurts.

then, your brain, starts thinking. it starts knowing, acknowledging, the cause of this raw wound. sometimes, you jerk, and scream a little, rush to the basin, clean it and bandage it. but other times, you leave it, looking at it, not knowing what to do, like a toddler entering his kindergarten for the first time ever.

You leave it, and it hurts you. The absence of actions, the absence of being 'busy', the absence of another human being, leaves you, hanging there. And you don't know what to do. And your mind wanders. Thinking of all sorts of things. Thinking why, you've let yourself get hurt, why you'd stopped for way too long, why, you'd not acted before. You're stuck there for way too long. Longer than you've ever known. You shout, but with no voice. You seek, but with no sight. You move, but with no strength. You're weak. You need that boost.

And then someone comes and help you bandage it, your Father bandaged it for you. He tells you, that's it's okay. That your fright will be over. Your anxiety will be gone. Your uncertainty will fade. And He will be there for you.


That's just what you and I, need the most.