On Being Strong

My Goosie is afraid of box elder bugs.  This is unfortunate seeing as how they live in our backyard and constantly sneak into her room.

I’ve been talking to her about bravery, and TJ has been talking to her about being strong.  But mostly we’ve been scooching over to make room for her in our bed.

Tonight, and TJ went to give her a goodnight kiss, she said to him, “Daddy, I try to be strong, but I don’t know how.  I am little, and everyone else is bigger and stronger than me.  I want to be strong, but I don’t know how to.”

Let me tell you Goose, that’s the secret.  None of us knows how to.

None of us know how to pack up our insecurities and weaknesses and store them away.

None of us know how to listen absolutely to the voices of positivity and light.

And none of us truly know how to close the door on our fears.

We’re all just doing the best we can.  And the best we can usually involves sucking it up, summoning some humility and asking others for help.

We can fake strength when we need to.  We can do it on our own if necessary.  But what we all need to be truly strong is someone beside us to lift us when we fall.

And as long as I’m around, you never need to fear a lack of strength.  If you find yours lacking, just look me to and I will give you all that I have and together we’ll make it forward.

Never will you be truly alone because always I will be beside you and beneath you and ahead of you guiding the way.

You are my heart; please let me be your strength.