If being kind is a sign of weakness, then let me be weak. Let all the rest proclaim they are strong! I only ask one thing: What use is a strength that hurts the ones you love the most?
“When the strong hurt the powerless, they become the weakest people of all.”
In today’s letter, we find someone whose kindness is taken for weakness. But is this really the case? Are good people just weak?
I prefer the more difficult path. I prefer to grow. I prefer to learn. I prefer to be stronger than I have ever been. Because only by taking the more difficult path could I ever climb mountains higher than I have ever climbed before!
Women were meant to surpass the strength of men. How else could a mother carry her babe in her arms?
Women are not inferior to men. They are equal in dignity and in God’s eyes. Women have a different kind of strength, a unique gift, a different light with which to bless those around them.
A woman is an inspiration, a source of light and a bearer of life; bringer of joy and of peace; weaver of harmony and ambassadress of understanding. It is to her that you come for comfort – in the softness of her breast and in the unselfishness of her caring arms. It is to her that you reveal your wounds for you know that they shall not be judged but accepted with strength and healed with a grace that asks for nothing in return. She persuades you to reach your highest dreams and to believe in your best possible self. She completes the song of your soul and calms the troubles of your mind. That in her frailty you may find your strength, and in her tears you may vanquish the sorrow of your own heart.