Put Your Hands Down, The Sky Will Not Fall

The afternoon is long, and your arms are shaking from holding up a world that was never yours to carry. You believe, with a quiet, terrifying certainty, that if you lower your hands for even a second, the whole structure will crash down and it will be your fault.

But look at the ground beneath your feet. It has been holding you this entire time, even while you thought you were the foundation.

There is a strength in the earth that does not depend on your grip. You are not the pillar; you are the person standing in the light, and the light has been holding the roof up since before you arrived.

The structure stands because of the One who built it, not because of the one who is tired. Put your hands down.

The sky will not fall.