This morning, I hear the Local Artist pray that our friend could "have the strength to rest" today. The expression sticks; it takes strength to allow oneself to admit weakness, need, and dependence.
Authentic folks display weakness. They live in the beauty of weakness. They confess they lack power and ability, and that makes them the most honest and the most grace-filled of all. At that point of confession, the power of God surely enters.
Living with flair means we have the strength to be weak.
What is it so hard to admit weakness?