Why do I feel like I have to?
Why do I expect to be able to handle it all, fix everything, and do it without breaking a sweat?
Why do I let myself drown in worry and sorrow, sadness and fear?
Wash over me, Jesus. Wash away the emotions that drag me down. Lay Your hand on my weary head and calm the tumultuous emotions. Break the chains of things that weigh me down.
Carry this weight, Lord.
Carry me. And let me not worry that I’ve failed. Let me trust only in You. Renew the drive inside me and give me energy and hope. Make a way. Clear paths, open doors, transform my life.
It’s Yours, Lord, and I give it back to You. Asking—no, begging—You to make sense of it all. To untangle the knots that trip me up, over and over.
And let me know I’m not all alone. Remind me that You are with me: that even when I don’t see or feel You, You remain beside me.
And no matter how lost I feel, how overwhelmed by the responsibilities I have and the things I cannot control, give me the certainty that it is not too much for You. Never too much for You.
Never too much.
And if this is not too much for You, and if You are right here with me, then I can do this. I can endure the hard moments, withstand the onslaught of too-much, and carry on. I will get through this. And when I come out on the other side (of this trial or sickness or deadline or broken heart or lack of resources), I will be stronger. Hardened by Your holy, refining fire. Made into something better: something more beautiful. Resilient and transformed.
And ready to face the next thing. Because there will always be something more—but that doesn’t have to discourage us, because there will also always be more of You.
You endure. Never change. Always provide. Engender hope.
And remain faithful, always faithful. Amen.