Some thoughts are light.
Some are heavy.
You pack them anyway.
Without thinking.
Every worry.
Every what-if.
They go in the backpack.
The one you carry everywhere.
Some of it is yours.
Real life stuff.
Grief.
Bills.
Your aches and pains.
That’s real. That’s yours.
But some of it?
It was never yours.
Other people’s moods.
Their stories.
Their expectations.
Fixing what isn’t broken.
You’re allowed to stop.
You’ve carried enough.
It’s draining you.
Quietly.
Constantly.
You can still care
without carrying their load.
This is so true. Although we need to bear one another's burdens, I believe it must be through prayer we bear them and then leave them with Him.
This is really thought provoking. Thank you for sharing this.