"I was afraid to look strong for fear of not being wanted."
“Is she an A-type”, they asked. “You should change the way you dress, so that you appear less intimidating to the opposite sex”, they said. Words to hold me prisoner, shackled by shame. The message was clear; you are too much!” The lie screamed, “No one will want you if you are that strong!” It was subtle in its tactics to try and cripple me but, it lingered, lurking in the shadow waiting its moment. It repeated itself through different voices, in different ways, at different times. It tried to manipulate me with a religious lie saying, “You can’t rule and reign like that. Not here. Not with these people. Not in this place. Run away! Go away! They won’t accept you! They will reject you. You are too much. You aren’t really strong anyway.”
“You say you place premium value on spiritual family? You would lay down your life for it? Well, you look foolish, my accuser said. Look around you, no one is with you. You only say that because you don’t have a family,” Shame declared.
Shame then began to scream. He was exposing himself too much now. I could see him. I knew my enemy wasn’t going to be able to lurk in the corner anymore. My Defender had come. He would destroy him. He would no longer allow him to oppress me and cause me to hide. Shame would no longer have its grip. My God had spoken, “Where are you accusers now?!” Gone, my Lord.
To the one struggling, I say, shame off you in Jesus name! Rise up and shine! Your time has come.
“And he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for power is perfected in weaknesses.” Most gladly, therefore, I will rather boast about my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may dwell in me. Therefore I am well content with weaknesses, with insults, with disstresses, with persecutions, with difficulties, for Christ’s sake; for when I am weak, then I am strong.” 2 Corinthians 12: 9-10