We build walls; we build personas, but are we weak enough to receive truth into our innermost being? That is where strength comes out from weakness.

I don’t want to be weak.

I don’t to be known as someone who has nothing to give. I want to move into my world and make a difference.

Much male depression I have found has a strong link to a sense of unfulfilment. A kind of soul impotency. There being no deeply meaningful imprint of a man’s life on the world around him, whether it be his spouse, his family, his career.

Much female depression is linked to an invisibility or a hiding of one’s beauty. ‘Nothing to see here, walk on by, no ‘God delight’ to be shown here.’

I don’t want to be weak, so I flex my muscles, show whose boss, prance and pretend ‘I’m a real man.’

I don’t want to be weak so I will be in control, take charge, but let no one inside.

But often we need to come to a place of absolute weakness to be vulnerable enough to receive.

How are you with weakness?

Recently I have had someone open a door in my life that I didn’t know existed. It felt vulnerable, but also strangely safe. I can’t even put a label on that door. But as it opened, I knew that something good wanted to come out.

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