In my adult life I have literally raised three children alone. I have worried endlessly about money. I have been a seeker of worthiness. I have battled to the end for my girl. I have walked a fine line of advocacy and outrage. I have feared not being capable of being loved.
To the onlooker it might be evident why my back cannot heal. I have carried too much for too long. My body is screaming back at me. The straw that broke the camel’s back.
Like taking off an old coat that is no longer needed, I am ready to empty my shoulders of the weight of my experiences. My prayer today is that I am called back to that place of quiet where the very existence of goodness resides. My prayer is that I no longer wear the heavy weight of my world. My prayer is that I hand it all over and trust.