Every season of life has its difficulties that stretch us to the limits of ourselves. When we feel as if our shoulders might break from the weight, our mind already has, and we’re hanging on by our longest fingernails. Looking back, those seasons, through the grace of God, also have great joys, great refining, and great growth.
In my most difficult times, when I feel as if I am in a winepress, it gives my heart courage to look back at women who had persevered (whilst having perfectly put-up hair, wearing layers of clothing, and having no washing machines, mind you) through circumstances much more dire than my 21st century, first world problems. I am infused with courage when reminded that I stand in this millennia-long line of strong women: raising up, caring for, and working out the future of the home and humanity one trying and glorious moment at a time.
Suffering, pain, and struggle are relative, no doubt; trials of today are just as rending as yesteryear. Just the same, today, as in the past, faith, truth, and virtue, construct an impenetrable fortress to stand within. Even when life’s arrows pierce and bring me to my knees, I find myself just in the position that will save me. To understand God was, and is, carrying me when I can no longer muster any strength of my own, is a saving of a double order. Not only do I know He will pick me up, never to be swallowed up entirely, I also know He will shoulder me up from the shadowy gorge until I can see the beauty of the struggle again. I can walk through anything because of His strength, even if He has to carry me.
It may not have been my strength that I could count on to get me through, but I knew I would get through because of His. I do my able best to remember: take heart, keep my emotions in check, look for blessings, and be hopefully patient. This too shall pass. He has already overcome it all, and I will too.