There's a particular heaviness that comes from holding on to things you were never meant to carry. Old hurts. Unmet expectations. The version of yourself you thought you'd be by now. These things accumulate quietly, and before you know it, you're walking through your days bent under the weight of what you cannot change.
I don't think God ever asked us to carry it. But somewhere along the way, we pick it up. And now it feels like letting go would be irresponsible, or weak, or somehow unfaithful.
"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest." (Matthew 11:28, NIV)
Jesus doesn't say, "Try harder." He doesn't say, "Carry it better." He says, "Come." Bring the weight. Bring the weariness. Bring the burden you've been holding like it's your job to hold it. And let Him take it.
I'm still learning what this looks like. Still learning that rest is not something you earn by finishing everything first. Rest is something you receive by trusting that God is still God even when you stop trying to be.
The weight you're carrying, the one that feels so heavy today, it was never yours to begin with. It was always His.
What are you holding today that God might be asking you to set down?