I Didn’t Know My Own Strength – Whitney Houston

None of us know our own strength until we are tested. If it was easy it wouldn’t be called strength. You never know how strong you are until you think you aren’t strong enough but everyday somehow you make it through; and you look back and wonder how you ever survived it. But you did, you are stronger than you know, stronger than “he” gave you credit for, and you are strong enough.

Picking Up the Pieces

What’s it like to find yourself trapped in darkness so thick you can’t breathe from the choking, so dense you can hardly move, yet somehow you managed to break free of the shackles that have you bound, immobilized, and ensnared?

What’s is like to find yourself emotionally naked, gashed open, and so vulnerable you felt like your heart had been ripped out of your chest, yet you somehow managed to reclaim the core of who you are and rebuild yourself and patch the hole left inside?

What’s it like being chained in the abyss, darkness enveloping you except for the sole dust-laden beam of light cascading through, falling upon your head, as the lions, ravenous and desperate in hunger, lurk around you, encircle you, and prepare to pounce, yet somehow you are stolen away to safety at the right time in your hour of need?

What’s it like be cast…

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