We are frail, imperfect, broken. Hung together by a single thin thread. One drop away from running out of gas, one wrong turn away from devastation. Our skin is pulled tightly over a bulging, seething pile of imperfection, and even then blemishes appear on the outside as a signal of the darkness within.

Yet, we are the perfect vessel for His purpose, fully capable to part waters, to scale mountains, with strength that endures all the adversity, misery, anguish and despair that this earthly existence can flow our way. Even in our weakness lies the potential for change.

But most of us walk around with our happy face and within we are battling alone.  We are taught to show no weakness, not even in the midst of other Christians. Everything is fine, just fine. We are afraid to set the demons free and release them in the open where others can help us fight. We are afraid of being judged, of being misunderstood, of losing what we have. Of hurting others. For pride. For guilt. For fear that no one can or will help us. But until we confess the weight of our heart, until we pull the dagger, healing can’t begin.

Have you known anyone to do this? It helped them, didn’t it? I’ve seen it first hand. It helped others too. We are not alone. That is a lie that Satan would have us believe. That it is better to bury our transgressions in the dark of night than expose them to the light of a new day.  Soon, when I’m brave enough to follow this advice for myself, I’ll begin conquering everything big and small that’s holding me back from being a better Christian.