My life motto has always been: "suck it up."
But at what point does "sucking it up" actually buries the pain so deeply and ignores it so that all is left is a hardened and apathetic heart void of emotion?
There is also a sense of prideful self-sufficiency in sucking it up. I am learning that I can't do it anymore. I must become weak in order for Him to say, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.”
