The Door Opens When You Cry Out
The house is quiet now, and for the first time today, the armor feels too heavy to hold. You have been the strong one for so long that asking for help feels like a failure, like the structure is finally cracking.
But there is a hand reaching out in the dark that does not need you to be steady. It only needs you to be honest.
'I do believe; help me overcome my unbelief.' That cry is not a collapse. It is the door opening.
The light does not run from your exhaustion; it runs toward it. You are allowed to put the weight down.
Drawing from
Mark, Luke
Verses
Mark 9:24, Luke 11:9
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