Strength

That’s what my name means. A pictoral representation of the transitive property, then, would look like this:

“Andrew” = “strength,” therefore:

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I’ve wondered since I heard that as a child what standing my name had on my life, my character. Would I actually be strong? Would I be able to stand in the face of whatever rose against me and overcome? Would I be strong enough for others, especially those I love? (Well, I’ve wondered the first one since I was a child.)

Really and truly, though, I’ve learned that I’m not strong at all. I’m actually weak. I’m becoming a man, to be sure- but it’s not by my own volition. I, by nature, am lazy. I allow my intellect to do the work so that I don’t have to do any. I let myself become lax. I accept less than the best from myself in critical areas. I refuse to take care of others when I know I need to. Not only am I weak, but I’m spineless.

However, I have something… unexplicable… that has always lived within me. Something that KNOWS, just knows, there is more to this. That I’m settling. That there is something better out there and that I’m just not doing what I need to in order to get it. And I know what it is I must do. I don’t like it. I’m not happy with it. But the inside of me is CRYING OUT for it.

And so I need to be strong. I need to listen to that Andrew on the inside, the one that knows what to do. It’s quiet, it’s a whisper: but it’s getting louder. And I know it will not be silenced, for it is the real me. And I am strong through weakness- thanks to Him.

Side note: Congrats to PaulDeuce for completing his undergrad! Good luck in Cali!

~ by Andrew on May 7, 2008.