I have never thought of myself as as strong person, but maybe I am stronger than I think.
Watching Joyce Meyer preach on TV this morning, I realized I have dealt with some things that
did indeed require strength.
At only 20 years old and newly married, I moved from my parents home all the way to Turkey.
At 25, I drove all by myself from North Dakota to North Carolina. Then, I was hired for my first teaching job and went and bought a house to have ready for our move when my husband left the Air Force. After two months, I drove back to North Dakota all by myself (all before cell phones).
I once had to wait for about 5-6 hours to hear if my husband was OK after his building in was bombed while on a month deployment to Saudi Arabia. My neighbor stayed with me, but I somehow managed not to flip out.
I publicly told a few church members off a few times.
Earlier this year, I held it together in the midst of a hell created by a little brat and her mother. The mama bear in me came out and got things handled quicker than normal.
So yeah, in some ways I am strong, but sometimes I just feel like a doormat. Ugh.