Fragility

 

It's been - a week.

I mean that not in a good way. People can be so difficult, so challenging, so disrespectful.

Times have definitely changed. Or I've reached "that age" where I have less tolerance. Or both.

Either way, I have felt quite fragile this week. Breakable. By the end of the week I felt that if one more person treated me with anything other than the utmost courtesy - I would bend in half, snap, and never stand upright again.

And then I remember - God is right there with me. He might let me bend but never break. If I bend, he will hold my hand and support me until I can stand straight and tall.

Straight and tall in him, thru him, and with him.

Because we are never alone when we turn to God.