I can doubt, and I will deny.
Yet, the evidence is right in front of my eyes.
I once believed I had nothing to offer - to lead, to relate, to understand.
Rarely close friends, barely any family.
How does one learn to feel? To relate? To touch? To lead?
"I'm really, really not that strong!"
But God must think I am.
I reach out, and wonder how, or why?
Yet, the answer lies within my heart.
It's been there all along.
I'm not strong. I'm a rock.
There for others who had never doubted at all.