I was talking to a strong girl today.

You know, the kind who is kind of a gunner, and who kind of has had to be. The get-er-done type.

I loved her opinions (and agreed with a lot of them).

On the way home, I found myself praying, and I think this applies to me, too.

“God, thank you that even our weakness can be used for good by you. And even the good things about us can become our weaknesses if they’re not subject to you.”

I pray that I don’t become so set in my own experience or convictions that I’m not malleable to God. Our stubborness, our self-reliance, our humor, whatever, can be good, but can be misused. And our weaknesses, if subject to God, can be good.