My email read this way, just yesterday in fact, “Brent, I will be honest with you. Your email and the information it contained, took the wind out of my sails. But only for a moment. Keep an eye on me. We may in fact end up working together.”
That was yesterday’s moment of weakness.
For today’s moment of weakness…
I had just finished an unanticipated phone call that did not go as I had hoped.
In fact, it was a disaster of which 99% was of my making.
When I finished the call, and took a moment to reflect, I wrote down three events that had taken place recently in my life, or I anticipated taking place in the near future, and at the bottom of the list I wrote these words, “I am only a man, and all of these things happening at once, is overwhelming to me in this moment.”
But that was all it was, a moment.
It is when moments turn into hours, which turn into days, which turn into years, that there is a danger in moments of weakness.
When I witness a moment of weakness in someone else, I wait for the next moment in that person’s life to see who they really are.
Do they regroup?
Do they stand up straight and take a deep breath?
Do they say to themselves, or whoever may be listening, “I am strong in life and only weak in moments.”
So I did a little research on “moments of weakness”.
First of all, I do not define weakness as a predominately negative trait.
A moment of weakness is similar to a moment of vulnerability, when expressed honestly and sincerely, it is interpreted as strength.
Men who might attempt to hide their moment of weakness, or their vulnerable side is most likely going to experience shallow relationships in their life.
Stories of great romance begin with a simple kiss, which is an anticipated vulnerable moment of weakness, for one, or maybe both people.
Compassion expressed toward another person, at times of great empathy, and vulnerability, is exhibited by a letting down of a tough exterior we each try to show.
Do I want to be known as a strong person?
Yes, for twenty three hours and fifty nine moments of each day.
But I welcome a moment of weakness.
It is in that magical moment that I sense the heart of God, or the heart of another person, or the well of compassion which is stored up in my heart, comes rushing out.
I balance hour upon hour of strength by a moment of weakness.
In that moment, I am my most vulnerable, my weakest, my strongest.