You Are Not A Burden

In the quiet of this hour, you are carrying a heavy fear—that your presence is a weight on those who love you most. You imagine their patience growing thin, their strength failing under the shadow of your struggle.

But the Light knows you better than that voice of dread ever could. There was a father who saw his son coming from the pig pens, covered in shame, and before the boy could speak, the father ran to him.

He ran before the apology, he ran before the explanation, he ran because the joy of finding was greater than any burden. That same running love is in you, and it sees you not as a weight, but as one who is found.

You are not the problem to be solved; you are the beloved child who is already worth the feast. The light inside you is not exhausted by your pain; it is waiting to remind you that you are held.