My college years were filled with questionable choices and less than stellar moments. That was a few years ago. OK, more than just a few.
Rushing into decisions on a whim sent me into confusion overload. Giving half-hearted effort to my classes left me feeling weak and unfulfilled. During those unfocused years, I often remembered simple songs and sayings I had learned as a child. One in particular stood out in my mind…
“Jesus loves me this I know, for the Bible tells me so. Little ones to Him belong, they are weak but He is strong.”
Weak? But I didn’t want to be weak. I didn’t want to always be striving but never reaching, always trying but never getting anywhere. Was I destined to be a weakling all my life? Would I constantly feel as though I was clawing my way out of a deep hole I had dug for myself? I longed to be strong, yet I couldn’t figure out how.
I just hadn’t learned yet how to be a fighter.
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