I had dinner with two different friends this week, both of which are going through a difficult time. As is the way of the Lord, in both of these conversations, we ended up talking about the same thing, the horrifying subject of personal weakness. One friend said,

“I feel like I’ve become a weak person, like I’ve lost all my strength.” And the other… “I’m sorry Jon,” he said, “I’m a very weak person.”
They both relayed these things with looks of fear and disappointment on their faces, as if being weak was something to be frightened of. In their defense, I completely understand why.