Believing you're a pushover:just a thought on the road to recovery

You know....  I'm realizing that I truly believed I was a pushover.

Someone told me today I'm stubborn.  That my kids must have gotten their stubbornness from their mother.  Music to my ears! I am stubborn, what?! For years I'd been told I was incapable.   
And I believed it. I was told that if I left I would never see my kids again because I would never be able to keep a real job and support them.   
And I believed it. 
I caved. 
I didn't believe in me. 

"But he said to me,  'My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.'" ~ II Corinthians 
12:9.  

Weakness into perfection.  This is God's desire for you.  Grace offers power from weakness. Not in place of weakness, but from weakness. There will be days where you feel so little strength,  you can't even imagine yourself strong. There will still be weakness. But, His grace is sufficient. 

I heard a song on Sunday. It was an older worship song that I'd sung in high school.  It said, "Rise up women of the truth. Stand and sing to broken hearts. Who can know the healing power, of our awesome king of love?"*  You can know the healing power. You.

   This is my attempt to rise up and sing to broken hearts. I want for you to know freedom. I want for you to know joy. I want for you to know love. I want for you to know confidence and not be ashamed of it!  I want for you to know healing. Please join me women of the truth. Rise and sing. You are beautiful. You are strong.

I was told today I was a good teacher. That I'd done a good job teaching a lesson. It was a weird feeling. It was so unnerving to me to hear these things and realize I actually believed them. 

They told me I was a good teacher. And I believed it.

I'm healing.

~ * are lyrics from "Shout to the North"