Rest in the title you were given

You are wearing a title like a heavy coat, and you believe the only way to keep it is to never let your shoulders drop.

You keep moving, keep proving, convinced that if you stop, the title will slip away and everyone will see there is nothing underneath.

But there was a man who stopped in the middle of a storm and said peace, be still — and the water listened, not because it earned it, but because he was there.

You do not earn your place by the work you do; you were chosen before you ever lifted a single stone.

The light does not wait for your performance to rest for you; it is resting in you right now, even while you work.

And when you finally stop, you will not find emptiness — you will find that you were the whole time.