Hi ,
There were mornings I didn’t even want to move.
It wasn’t just physical tiredness — it was soul tired.
I’d wake up and just lie there, staring at the ceiling, wondering how life went from sweet dreams to silent grief.
And I hated how heavy everything felt.
How even small tasks — brushing my hair, feeding my child, answering messages — felt like climbing a mountain.
But in those quiet, aching moments, a whisper would come to my heart:
“Come to Me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.” (Matthew 11:28)
Not “come to Me when you’re okay.”
Not “come to Me when you’ve figured it all out.”
But come now — messy, tired, undone.
If that’s you today, sis, please don’t push yourself to “get it all together.”
Sometimes healing looks like staying in bed a little longer…
Crying in the shower…
Or just whispering, “Jesus, please hold me.”
And He will.
He already is.
One breath at a time, okay?
With you always,
FJ "Feeling stronger and better" Lapera
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