“You’re so strong!” was the phrase I heard from several people last night after sharing Judson’s story with a large group of women at a church in Whittier.  Each time those words met my ears, my stomach dropped—what an incomplete picture of me!

What they do not see on such an evening is my extreme weeping when I get in my vehicle to head home.  They are not privy to the sheer brokenness, intense sorrow, and disarray in my soul that explode when I am secluded in my car.  Furthermore, any encouragement from the evening is experienced with a sobering blow at the severe cost of losing our beloved boy.  I am so weak…feeling my fragility with every breath I take.

The only rational explanation when people perceive any strength in my life is that God might be making His strength known in my complete and utter weakness.  (2 Corinthians 12:9)

Praise be to God that this might be true!