I push and pull, trying to exist as if I am in control of the universe. Each day brings chaos and struggles, yet I push forward as if I have what it takes to handle it all. I attempt to maneuver my way through one storm after another with head bent low and shoulders forward. Seldom pausing for reflection I press onward, battling one task after the other without so much as a breathe in between. In my mind I have things totally in control and I’m moving forward at a steady pace. Then there comes that moment when it all becomes greater than I can manage, the load becomes greater than I can bare and I start to look around me to discover that everything I thought I was putting together has completely fallen apart. There it all lays in a trail of broken disarray behind me. That is when I come to the end of my strength realizing that within me there is no strength at all. Upon my knees I discover that God has brought me to the end of my strength so that I might realize He alone is my strength.

“But be not thou far from me, O Lord: O my strength, haste thee to help me.” Psalms 22:19

“The Lord is my strength and song, and is become my salvation.” Psalms 118:14

“Trust ye in the Lord forever, for in the LORD JEHOVAH is everlasting strength.” Isaiah 26:4