You Do Not Have to Carry the World

The sun is rising, and with it comes the quiet weight of what you carried through the night. You hold a secret close, believing your silence is the shield that keeps your siblings safe from the storm.

But the light of this new morning does not ask you to perform perfection or hide the broken pieces. There was a woman who washed feet with her tears, thinking she had to be clean before she could be loved, yet the light met her in her mess and called her free.

That same light is here now, not to expose your shame but to remind you that you are already held. The truth you guard is not stronger than the love that surrounds you.

You do not have to carry the world before breakfast.