yet fragile in her strength,
yet strong in her fragility…
There is such a fine line between strength and weakness, it is easily crossed in the negative. Sometimes it happens suddenly, oftentimes it happens gradually. It does not matter the pace, it is inevitable; such is the way of physical things.
A young lady, so bright and beautiful. Classy. A high-planer. A lover of Jehovah God and her Messiah Jesus. Strong.
Yet fragile in her strength. Struck down, gradually, with dementia. Hardly a semblance of her former self, back then, on the other side of the line, in her strength.
Yet strong in her fragility. On the shoulders of her Messiah Jesus.
Praised be your strong Name Messiah Jesus. Amen.