Do you ever feel heavy?
Not like a number-on-the-scale kind of heavy but rather a just-need-some-room-to-breathe kind of heavy.
Like you’re-trying-to-hoist-up-the-weight-of-the-world kind of heavy.
And before you know it, you’re dropping balls. You’re delegating the work you’ve loved. You’re skipping meals but scarfing down a whole pack of Oreos.
That kind of heavy.
If so, I get it.
I’m there.
I’m tired.
My feelings are hurt.
My expectations aren’t met.
And I could totally waste the day replaying all those condescending conversations I’ve had with myself on why I can’t juggle all of this and that. Why I got left out of this and that. Why I can’t even handle all the feelings that I associate with this and that.
And the water gets deeper.
And the clouds turn grey.
And the weight of the world drags me down.
And I’ve got a choice to make –
Stay afloat or go under?
Break free or tighten the chains?
Remember the truth I know or believe all the lies?
I choose truth.
And I come up for air.
And I fill my lungs with life again. A life that’s remembering God’s faithfulness. And His delight. And my worth.
And suddenly, the scales come down.
And I put one foot in front of the other, and I can move. Forward.
Silence the lies, sweet sister. Spend some time with Jesus. Reach out for help.
I can say it with confidence. There is light on the other side.
“Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom.” 2 Corinthians 3:17
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