Weak and Weary: His Strength Is Your StrengthSample

You Stand Because I Stand

You are my dear one. Every act of love, every term of affection, every caress, every high-five, every smile is because of Me. I create everything good. I create love. I bring forth love.

You are not like trees pushed over, roots pulled up from the ground. They lie there, roots exposed, vulnerable, thirsty and desperate, drying up for lack of care, lack of nourishment, attention, love. 

I bring forth love in you, dear one. 

I bring forth goodness, and I raise you up to stand, to not cower and hide, but to stand. You can lean against Me when you stand. You can feel like crying and hiding and running and turning far, far away, while I stand. 

You stand because I stand with you. You are a warrior, a gentle, fierce, mighty, heroic, beautiful, glorious warrior in my name. I foster in you beauty and gentleness and humbleness, a full heart with Me. And this is all, only because . . . with you, I stand. 

I stand amidst storms and droughts. I stand through heartache and sickness and loss and death. I stand when you cannot. I stand because you cannot. I stand because I want to. 

I like being here with you.

I come, rescued one. I come, beautiful one. I come, delightful one. I come, fierce one. You stand because in you I’ve placed roots nourished by my love. Held, steadfast by my love. 

My love is what is strong. My love is what holds you secure. Keep thinking on Me, eyes on Me. I can help you lean on Me. I can help you love Me. I am the creator of love. 

There is more than enough love to go around.

So, ask Me. 

Ask Me for more love in your heart.

Ask Me to help you lean into Me.

Ask Me to help you see what I see—what your roots look like, how I care for you, how I do more than just help you to stand.