The Telephone Booth and the Throne Room
Even superheroes need gentleness after carrying so much. Even they need a counsellor for their soul.
FAITH & INNER STRENGTH
10/26/20263 min read
There are days when I realise how easy it is for me to slip into the role of the “strong one.” I don’t remember deciding to be strong; it was simply the air I breathed growing up. In a family shaped by generations of migration, we learned early that survival meant resilience. We were taught to hold our heads high, keep moving forward, and never let our weaknesses show. Somewhere along the way, strength became second nature, like muscle memory passed down through the bloodline.
And so, without even thinking, I became the “wonder woman” others see. Like Superman rushing into a red telephone booth, I slip into my invisible suit whenever challenges appear. I fight battles quietly, solve problems quickly, and emerge with a smile, as though nothing ever shook me. The crowd applauds, unaware that I never put on the suit to impress them. It was simply what I thought I had to do.
Yet even superheroes get tired.
Even they have moments of despair, discouragement, and quiet brokenness.
Joshua did too. God spoke to him in Joshua 1:9, “Do not be dismayed, do not be discouraged…” Words like these are only spoken when fear and discouragement are already present. If a mighty leader like Joshua could tremble, who am I to pretend I am immune?
The truth is… it’s okay to not be okay.
But when you’ve worn the wonder woman suit for too long, removing it feels unfamiliar. The mask forms a second skin. Sometimes I realise I don’t even know how to connect with my own inner cries anymore. It’s not that I don’t want to be vulnerable. It’s that I’ve forgotten the language of vulnerability after years of being strong for everyone else.
If my inner strength had a voice, I think it would whisper a quiet confession:
“I’m tired of hiding. I just want someone to ask how my soul is really doing.”
Not the public version. Not the version that looks capable and composed.
But the part God sees when He looks at me with love: the tired, tender, honest part.
Because even superheroes need gentleness after carrying so much.
Even they need a counsellor for their soul.
And while Superman may run into a telephone booth, I run into the throne room.
There, in His safe and steady embrace, I can finally unmask.
I pour out the fears I never say aloud, the confusion I hide behind my smile, the exhaustion I carry in silence. In that sacred space, He realigns my focus, steadies my heart, clears my mind, and restores my breath. He reminds me that I am not called to fight in my strength but to rest in His.
And when I step out again, I am not wearing the wonder woman suit.
I am clothed instead in His supernatural strength, a strength that does not require perfection, performance, or pretending.
A strength that makes space for humanity, softness, and truth.
A strength that begins with a simple, soul-searching question:
“How is your soul really doing these days? Not the part you show the world, but the part God sees when He looks at you with love.”
And maybe nothing in your situation changes right away.
The problems may still be there, the load may still feel heavy.
But something in you shifts: your heart steadies, your perspective softens, and you remember:
You are not walking this journey alone.
God is with you, going before you, strengthening the parts of you that feel faint.
And in His grace, He places people around you who can walk with you too, not to rescue you, but to stand beside you as you find clarity, one gentle step at a time.
You don’t have to carry everything by yourself.
You don’t have to be strong every moment.
Hope is knowing that even when life feels overwhelming, you are held, supported, and never alone, rising not as wonder woman, but as His beloved, carried by His strength.
If your soul is weary today, there is a quiet place here to rest and be heard.
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