Week of 12/8/25 - Grace for the Day You Don't Feel Strong
This morning, I got ready for someone else, not because I felt beautiful, confident, or festive, but because I needed to remember who I am — even when I’m hurting. I had cried most of the night.I cried again this morning.Everything felt swollen and heavy and raw, and if left to my emotions, I would’ve stayed in pajamas and avoided mirrors and people and expectations. But today was the housekeeper’s first visit. So I stood in the bathroom and did what women have done for centuries when life felt too loud and the heart felt too fragile:I prepared myself even though I didn’t feel like myself. Eye cream. Eyebrows cleaned. Head covering in place. Modesty intact — elbows, collarbone, knees. Simple earrings. Shaved the little hairs we pretend not to have and plucked the ones we wish didn’t grow. I dressed in quiet colors — tan and white — because bright Christmas sweaters felt too loud for my tired soul. The joy they’re meant to spark just wasn’t there, so I didn’t force it. I chose softness instead of pretending. I didn’t feel festive.I didn’t feel strong.I didn’t feel spiritual. But I did feel this whisper rise inside me: “Sometimes, daughter, I don’t ask you to feel holy. I just ask you to stand.” And that was enough. Reflection: Some days your courage isn’t in conquering anything — it’s in showing up at all. It’s the small, steady acts: - brushing your hair - choosing a soft sweater - putting on earrings - covering yourself with dignity - welcoming someone into your home despite the storm behind your eyes These are not shallow moments.These are anchors when the current is strong. God sees the days when your strength is small and still says,“Well done.” Prayer: Lord, thank You for meeting me in the quiet places where my heart feels heavy. Help me honor You not with perfection or performance, but by simply showing up.Teach me that even when joy feels far away, dignity, peace, and Your presence are still close.Let today’s small steps count as worship. Amen.