Fragile strength

I often wonder how other people get through the day - life is just so overwhelming. So much to do, so much to concentrate on, so much effort to give. Other people must be superpeople already. I may appear strong, I may walk through each day smiling, but I'm not strong. I lean on God's strength daily, just to live. The reason I smile is because I have God.

Unlike the superpeople who thrive in this life, I feel fragile and easily overwhelmed. I don't put up some facade though, I walk in what I feel. What I feel is God's power, and the joy of completion that brings. Still, my strength is fragile; it depends entirely on grace. Without God, I couldn't be anything in this world. I died to myself long ago, there was nothing left worth living for in that world.

Now I have to walk forward, but I still wonder at the surety of some people. They seem to have a confidence in self that I don't think I could or would achieve. Let me stay fragile, my life a building held together only by the grace God gives me. Let it soar skyward so that those around me would see their own limitations for what they are, and be freed. Let my life, by virtue of mere contact, pull others higher. I walk in this strength not to be acknowledged or to just live, but because I want to set others free.