You Are Not Too Heavy To Be Loved

The sun is up, and you are already calculating the weight of your grief. You worry that if you speak it, people will step back, overwhelmed by the shadow you carry into the morning.

But listen — the light does not flinch at your darkness. It rises anyway.

There was a woman once who wet the feet of the light with her tears, wiping them with her hair in a room full of people who thought she was too much. He did not ask her to clean herself up first.

He said her great love was the very thing that made her welcome. Your sadness is not a burden to the One who holds you.

It is the place where you are most known. Go home to your own heart and tell it what you have seen: you are not too heavy to be loved.