Where does your strength lie?

I feel him standing over me, not oppressively, but because I'm laying broken on the floor my heart in tatters poisoning my mind. He's asking, "Where does your strength lie?"

My strength has been lying to me a lot lately, its been absent. I've run to safe havens, vulnerable and exposed to be rebuffed. I feel like my heart is exposed, my rib cage torn open, and their words are nothing but cold, icy, salty wind cutting deeper. I'm destroyed by this. So, I cover the exposure. I out armor over it. A thick breast plate covers the hole. I take up a large, thick shield to thwart any attack.

I'm on the floor crying. He's standing. He's asking. He's wanting an answer. So, am I.

I've fought to long, he says. I'm not alone, I never was. I open my eyes. The light floods in. A cleansing, healing light. Tears of sorrow turn to joy and run like rivers down a mountain.

"I'll put my strength in you. I will follow you. Fight before me, and I will be safe."