Quotes about Vulnerability

I didn't want to open up myself to yet another possible complicated disappointment. I reasoned, Walk away early so you don't have to suffer the pain of them falling away later. Some call that protecting yourself. But I knew in my case it was called letting past hurts hurt me all over again.

Girls who have the lingering whispers of rejection still echoing in the hollows of their soul rarely feel completely held safe. So

Girls who have the lingering whispers of rejection still echoing in the hollows of their soul rarely feel completely held safe.

In the quiet, we feel safe enough to humble ourselves.

I have allowed myself to believe that to be stripped of all the props and pretensions and accolades and approvals is to be stripped of the best parts of me. When in reality what's best about me comes to the forefront when I'm closest to the way God created me, naked and unashamed. To stand naked and unashamed is the way of the garden life.

Stories make us more alive, more human, more courageous, more loving.

Every boy, in his journey to become a man, takes an arrow in the center of his heart, in the place of his strength. Because the wound is rarely discussed and even more rarely healed, every man carries a wound. And the wound is nearly always given by his father.

Prayer is such an intimate act, a place of vulnerability. It is, hopefully, when we are our least guarded, our most honest selves. And this is good, of course; this is as it ought to be. When we come to God, we certainly want to come as honestly and openly as we can; we want to be our truest selves before him. Prayer lets us be in a place of need.

We are hiding, every last one of us. Well aware that we, too, are not what we were meant to be, desperately afraid of exposure, terrified of being seen for what we are and are not, we have run off into the bushes. We hide in our office, at the gym, behind the newspaper and mostly behind our personality. Most of what you encounter when you meet a man is a facade, an elaborate fig leaf, a brilliant disguise.

We don't get to stay in hiding until we are whole; Jesus invites us to live as an inviting woman now, and find our healing along the way.

You can't ask Christ to come into your wound while you remain far from it. You have to go there with him. Lord Jesus, I give my life to you—everything I am, everything I have become. I surrender myself to you utterly. Come and be my Lord. Be my healer. I give you my wounded heart. Come and meet me here. Enter my heart and soul, my wounds and brokenness, and bring your healing love to me in these very places.

Now every daughter of Eve want to control her surrounding, her relationships, her God. No longer is she vulnerable; now she will be grasping. No longer does she want simply to share in the adventure; she wants to control it.