Earlier this week, in my morning reading, I read that we don’t fail in our areas of weakness.
We fail in our strengths.
It makes sense.
In my weaknesses, I keep both hands firmly on the handrails.
In my strengths, I am out thereat the limit, screaming, “Look! No hands!”
To me this is spectacular news.
I fail in words.
I fail in “momma-ing”.
I fail in finances.
I fail in recognizing my strengths. At all. In the first place.
I fail in organizing.
I fail in homeschooling.
I fail in housekeeping.
And this news is good.
It means that I have what it takes, I am strong for my task. There is time.