the hardest place to stand...

is at the place where words are lost in silence.

The poetic aspect of my soul strives to decorate my thoughts with delicate word choices. I am attracted to intentional over articulation and prepared sentence structures. In my weakest form, I have a loss for the concept of letters and word meanings all together. In such moments of overwhelming weakness, Christ gives me strength to stand. In His strength, I am moved beyond mere verbal expressions of existence. When I fall into a speechless void, He catches me in the scriptures of His spoken promises. I stand, only because of His love.




"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 about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me." - 2 Corinthians 12:9


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