Rest When Human Hands Let Go
The afternoon stretches out, and in this long middle, your mind keeps rewinding the exact second their eyes went cold. You feel the physical ache of being chosen less, a weight that sits heavy in the chest while the world keeps moving.
But the light does not require you to carry this replay forever. There is a yoke meant for two, and it is gentle enough to share the load you were never meant to bear alone.
You do not have to prove your worth to the one who walked away. The light sees the bruised reed and refuses to break it.
Rest here, in the truth that you are held even when human hands let go.
Drawing from
Matthew 11:28-30, Matthew 12:20
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