There are days I wake up already feeling tired. Not just physically, but in my soul. Drained. Worn out. Days where the weight of work, life, and everything in between presses so hard against me that I whisper, “I’m tired of being the strong one.” And I mean it.
Some days, I feel like I’m barely standing. My emotions feel beat up, my body aches, and my spirit? My spirit feels like it’s crawling just to keep up. It’s in those moments I start asking questions. I start looking inward and upward.
I think about the stories in the Bible, people who were tested, pressed, and challenged in ways we can’t even fully grasp. Job, who lost everything. Paul, who was beaten, imprisoned, shipwrecked. David, who was hunted, betrayed, and overwhelmed with grief. Yet they clung to faith. They didn’t always feel strong, but they were never truly alone.
That’s when it hits me. Life was never meant to be perfect. This world isn’t my home. I’m just passing through. We live in a broken place, filled with people trying to find meaning, healing, and peace. And sometimes that means we’ll hurt. We’ll face long days, silent nights, and seasons where we wonder if things will ever feel lighter.
Walking with God doesn’t mean we won’t have bad days. It means we no longer face those bad days alone. Some days are easier. Other days… not so much. And that’s okay. Faith doesn’t erase struggle. It strengthens you through it.
Even on the hardest days, I hold onto His promises. He said He’d never leave me nor forsake me. He said He’d be my strength when I am weak. He said that this world would bring trials, but to take heart because He has overcome it. And that gives me hope.
I remind myself, this does not have control over me. It might affect me. I might cry. I might need rest. I might have to pause. But this feeling? This struggle? It does not own me. Because I’ve got power in me. The Spirit of God lives in me. And even when I feel weak, His strength carries me. That’s not just poetic, it’s real. I’ve lived it. I am living it.
So if today feels heavy for you too… breathe. Cry if you need to. Write out. Sing it out. Shout it out. Whatever works for you. But then remember: you are not alone. You don’t have to be perfect. You don’t have to be strong every second. You just have to keep going and keep trusting.
This world isn’t your forever. And there is hope, even here. Even now.
Holy mess 