"'...for My power is made perfect in weakness.' Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong."
Apostle Paul, letter to the Church in Corinth
I remember when you stood up,
told us about the eating disorder,
drew a picture of a frail woman
lying on the ground with a tape
measure wrapped around her
like a cage. You said she was you.
With spindly legs trembling
beneath your fragile form,
you spoke to each of us and met
our eyes with clarity, surety,
grace. And you declared to us
you could not recover for our sakes;
you could not recover for your sake;
the only One with power enough
to propel you through the unlearning
of calorie-counting and waist-
measuring was a God who worked
through you and turned
your weakness into a holy site
of sanctification and strength.