A few of my Aussie friends tell me that vulnerability is a strength that I have. My husband (also an Aussie) says that the enemy attacks our strengths and not our weaknesses. So - in an attempt to protect one of my strengths and shove the devil's rubbish back in his face - here is a bit of vulnerability.
Right now, life feels difficult, it feels like it's a little dark and I feel like I am being pressed and squeezed from all sides.
I put the word "feel" in italics because I know that feelings aren't always reliable. But I do know that I am being pressed, and I do know it's a good thing.