Love Flows Through Your Fatigue

The afternoon is long, and your weariness feels like a wall between you and the child who needs you. You fear that because you have nothing left to give, they are receiving nothing at all.

But listen — the light does not require your overflow to reach them. It flows through your fatigue just as surely as it flows through your joy.

There is a presence inside you that loves your child even when your hands are too tired to hold them. You are not the source; you are the vessel.

And the vessel can be cracked, empty, and trembling, yet still carry the water. The love they feel is not generated by your energy.

It is the light living in you, working while you struggle to stay awake. Your exhaustion is real, but it is not stronger than the love that holds you both.