Power

I spent a long time trying to find a source of power in my life. It felt like the more I tried, the more people would take that power from me. They would destroy my wings and give me scars. I felt weak and not worth fighting for. Powerless.

But you see, people can be cruel because they don't understand. Or maybe because they do understand, and their pain is shown through cruelty. But all those people who were breaking my wings forgot one important fact...I have claws too. When I spent all that time searching for power, I didn't realise that I already had it.

Power comes from brokenness. Truly powerful people know pain. Understandably it's not the ideal place to gain power. But that power is so unimaginably strong that no one can come against it. It's the power that comes from small things that others overlook: getting up in the morning, going out the house, washing your hair, choosing to live in the midst of your war. That's power! That's strength!
The misconception that those who hurt you are stronger than you is just that, a misconception. But it hurts, I know. It's an indescribable brokenness. What you have to come to realise though, is this: you are not their lies. You are not their violent acts. You are not their ignorance. You are not the problem. You are the strength. God does let you go through things alone.  He is carrying you, sharpening your claws.

It's ok to feel broken sometimes. But never let anyone take your strength. When you are tired, rest, but never give up...

You hold the power...You just have to see it. Pull out our claws when your wings are broken and keep fighting. You are worth it!