At the risk of sounding overbearingly deep... I'm fascinated by weakness. Fascinated by how hard we try to hide it, to the point where it almost becomes a second identity. Even from ourselves, a lot of times. That's when the battle inside starts to wage. Which am I really? Which side do I fight for, which banner am I wearing? Sometimes you're scared of which side will win. After eighteen years of war, after bloody tears and dark holes, weakness has become my strength. Fear has become my courage. Don't allow those two identities to battle. Let them battle for you. Let your weakness and your pain become the marks and the banner of what your spirit has not retreated from. Whatever the struggle.
Today is the anniversary of my first novel, The Breakers. The main hero is mentally haunted. His best friend is handicapped. His bravest apostle is scared. And me? I'm all of the above. And my tattered banner is raised high.
Thanks for enduring me, you strong, brave lot. I love you each. Light Find You.
Today is the anniversary of my first novel, The Breakers. The main hero is mentally haunted. His best friend is handicapped. His bravest apostle is scared. And me? I'm all of the above. And my tattered banner is raised high.
Thanks for enduring me, you strong, brave lot. I love you each. Light Find You.
Benedict R. Callahan
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