Flex

A gift of God is human flex because it allows us to cope in hardship and survive through pain. I know that rains cease and darkness doesn’t last. Bones heal and heartaches subside. My despair eventually finds hope. I can lose a leg and find mobility still; I can lose a loved one and be stronger still. But when I lose my flex, I lose my strength.

Like a rubber band that has lost its elasticity cannot function as it was meant, so the life that has become brittle and unable to bend.

What can foster flexibility but hope and faith and love? For when I know there is a brighter horizon, a new day dawning, a love that holds me, then I can bear up under the most extreme pressure.