how do you define strength in terms of your faith?
I find that strength, in regards to faith, can sometimes defy the usual definition. Strength is typically shown through toughness, power, or dominance; however, strong faith comes through vulnerability and weakness. My faith grows stronger every time I realize how utterly unable I am to bear the responsibility of my worthiness. My source of strength has nothing to do with me, and everything to do with who I know Jesus to be – my Savior, my Redeemer, my Righteousness, and my Advocate. When I put my faith in the finished work of Christ, it becomes unbreakable.
What is the weakest area of your life and how has it affected your relationship with God?
One area of my spiritual life where I tend to struggle is seeking revelation over relationship. While spiritual hunger is a great thing, it becomes detrimental when you want to know about God without taking the time to know God. For me, it’s easy to slip into a pattern of wanting to know more with the wrong motivation. I want to be seen as “spiritual” or “well-versed” and I care about how my friends and colleagues view me more than I care about intimacy with God. However, I’ve learned over the past few years that the best revelation comes from relationship, not before it. When we spend time with God, seeking only Him, we will grow in wisdom and knowledge well beyond our own understanding.
Describe a time God was the strength in your life.
In the months before my daughter was born, I talked with several friends who had struggled with postpartum depression. I wanted to make sure I was prepared just in case. But nobody told me I might not recognize that I was depressed.
Looking back, I don’t know how I missed it. Words I constantly found myself using were: overwhelmed, guilty, disconnected, failure. I kept asking myself, “Why can’t I just get over this?” But there’s also so much JOY that comes with new motherhood, and I told myself that the extreme highs and lows were just a part of that new season. I told myself the fog was from the lack of sleep. I told myself that the sadness I felt to the depths of my soul was hormones.
When it finally felt like I regained control of my life, I was left wrestling with the question “Who was that?” Who was that person who shut out her husband and friends, struggled to make simple decisions, and woke her baby up every few minutes to make sure she was still breathing? I didn’t know how to find myself again.
But God strengthened me through His Word and reminded me exactly who I am:
I am chosen by God, holy and dearly loved. (Colossians 3:12)
I am sanctified. (Hebrews 2:11)
I am anointed. (1 John 2:27)
I am loved. (1 John 4:10)
I am the salt of the earth. (Matthew 5:13)
I am the light of the world. (Matthew 5:14)
I am healed. (Isaiah 53:5)
I am victorious. (1 Corinthians 15:57)
I am HIS. (Galatians 2:20)