When God Gives His Hardest Battles to His Strongest Daughters

• My friends, if I could have your attention for a moment, there’s something pressing on my heart tonight. Something I feel compelled to share with every woman in this room, every daughter of the king listening to the faintest whisper of the spirit. You know, so often when we hear a phrase like God’s strongest daughters, we get a picture in our minds.
• We see someone unshakable, a woman with a spine of steel, a gaze that never waver, a heart that never flutters with fear. She’s a statue of perfection. Never a hair out of place. Never a tear on her cheek. She prays for an hour before her feet even hit the floor in the morning. And if that is the picture we hold up, then most of us, if we’re truly honest, look at our own lives and think, “That cannot be me.
• I am not strong. I feel the tremors. I know the fear. I have wept until there were no tears left. I am broken.” And so we dismiss the very promise of God for our lives. We think this word is for someone else. For that woman over there who seems to have it all together. But oh my dear friend, you have misunderstood.
• You have misunderstood the calling of God. You have misunderstood the nature of his strength. Let me tell you something. The strength God sees is not the strength the world sees. The world’s strength is about never falling. God’s strength is about the reach of your hand in the midst of the fall.
• It is about who you are reaching for. The world’s strength is about an outer shell, an impenetrable fortress around the heart. But God’s strength, God’s strength is often found in the heart that has been shattered. Because a shattered heart has more openings for his light to shine through. Do you understand what I’m saying? You feel weak because you cried yourself to sleep last night.