You Are Not a Burden to God

The sun is up, and the house is quiet, but the weight of last night's need still sits heavy on your chest. You told yourself you should be stronger by now, that needing to be held was a failure of self-sufficiency.

But look at the light returning to the room — it does not ask the earth to hold itself up. The birds do not carry their own weight; they are carried by the air you cannot see.

There is a rest that is not earned, a quiet that comes when you stop trying to be your own foundation. The light that rose this morning did not wait for you to be ready; it simply arrived, covering the cracks in your armor with gold.

You are not a burden to the One who holds you; you are the reason He stays.