I lay crumpled in a hot mess of fatigue and pain. Fibromyalgia was fighting for dominance in my body – has been all week. Even now, several hours later, my brain feels like mush. My thoughts are all adrift and wayward. All I want to do is vegetate under a warm blanket and sleep.

But I will not surrender. Respect the fibro? Yes. But surrender? No. I refuse.

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As I lay in bed willing myself to get up, I kept thinking of God’s promise to be our strength when we are weak. I thought of His promise in Exodus 33:14, “My Presence will go with you and I will give you rest.” I begged the Lord for greater understanding.

Press into Me, Nan, He said in a sweet whisper. Press in. Seek Me and the rest will come. Seek Me and you will find strength. Seek Me and you will find refuge from the battle. Seek Me and you will find Me. I am your strength when you are weak.

I closed my eyes and quietly spoke the name of Jesus. I imagined Him standing with arms outstretched, searching my eyes for recognition, softly speaking my name. In my imagination I ran to Him. He wrapped me in His arms, held me close – close enough to hear the soothing beat of His heart. I pressed into Him and allowed Him to catch me from falling. My body relaxed. My mind stopped its racing as I realized that beneath me were the everlasting arms of the One I love, of the One that will never fail me nor leave me.

“And what more shall I say? For the time would fail me to tell of Gideon and Barak and Samson and Jephthah, also of David and Samuel and the prophets: who through faith subdued kingdoms, worked righteousness, obtained promises, stopped the mouths of lions, quenched the violence of fire, escaped the edge of the sword, out of weakness were made strong, became valiant in battle, turned to flight the armies of the aliens.” ~ Hebrews 11:32-34

Through faith.

Out of weakness they were made strong.

For it is in my weakness that I press into Him, lean on, rely on, and depend on Him. In weakness my impossibles meet His possibles, my frailties meet the magnitude of His might.

In my weakness He offers the Living Water that flows from His hand into my heart bringing strength, peace, clarity of mind, and joy unspeakable.

Yes, God is faithful. In my weakness I am made strong by His love.

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