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Nov. 4: Strength

Everyone has heard it. Put on the whole armor of God. Mostly when I think of strength I think of over-sized muscles on a guy who looks like an exploded "Ken" doll. You know, the kid of guy every other guy wishes he looked like. So what exactly is strength? Do you have to work out, have a good body, and be able to lift heavy things to make you strong? I think not. Today I am thankful for the strength God gives me each day. Everyone has those days where getting out of bed seems like a bad idea simply because you have this gut feeling that today will be a bad day. Everyone has those days, and almost everyone finds the strength to get out of bed anyways. No matter where life takes you, no matter what people take from you, at the end of the day you will always have your personal strength. Now back to the picture. This girl looks strong, courageous, and determined. This picture is in a frame on my dresser and lately I find myself just staring at it. I think to myself, "Can I be this girl? Can I be that strong? Can I battle for my standards and for the things I love?" I've got an answer for you: YES I CAN. I can, and so can you. Never let the fear of having a bad day keep you from getting out of bed. You are stronger today than you were yesterday, you are weaker today than you'll be tomorrow. You are going places in life. Follow your dreams, and if you don't have dreams follow your heart. Be strong. Find your inner strength.


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