Rest Beneath the Noise of Your Guilt

The middle of the day stretches out, and the weight of caring for someone who is suffering can twist into a secret, terrifying wish for it all to end—just so you could finally sleep. You hate yourself for the thought, yet it sits in your chest like a stone.

But listen: the light that lives in you is not shocked by your exhaustion, nor does it condemn you for wanting the pain to stop. There is a peace available right now that does not depend on the situation changing or the burden lifting.

It is a rest that exists beneath the noise of your guilt, waiting for you to stop fighting your own humanity. You are held even when your heart is too tired to love the way you think you should.