In many ways I consider myself a weakling. I envy others' physical strength and endurance, effective assertiveness, fortitude in hard times, ability to carry on during illness, powerful presence in the face of opposition. The list goes on. Sometimes I think, "What I wouldn't do for more strength and personal power!"
When I feel hurt, terrified, territorial, or mistreated, part of me wants to strike out. In times of accomplishment and success, I notice a desire to gloat and show off. When something really difficult needs to be done, I wish for pumped-up muscles, nerves of steel, and the bullheadedness of an action hero. Tough times call for tough people!
But what is the truth? Is it accurate to say I'm weak, without sufficient capacity, lacking the power to make an indelible mark?
Actually, there is an essential strength and power of which each of us is made. It's part of who we are. When we allow ourselves to become aware of it and we allow it to shine, we are no longer able to look at ourselves as weak and we no longer feel the need to manufacture a mask of power. We realize that the power inside of us is much more akin to the energy of Moses' burning bush than to a superhero's costume. It's not a power that retaliates, gloats, or causes us to rev up. It is a power that abides.
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