This Is Hard.

This is hard. Life that is. So much harder than I thought it would be when all I had to worry about was myself. Not in a selfish way but in an I had no other responsibilities kinda way.

Ya know. Childhood. The times when your only worry was if you did your homework and maybe what to wear to school. Okay for me I only had to worry about homework because – uniforms.

Still. There are days when despite my achievements, successes, and milestones I miss the moments when I had no real worries.

Now the no worry days seem to be few and far between. I worry about life, love, my kids, my friends, my finances, my businesses, my job – all the things.

I worry knowing that worry brings no release. It only adds to the weight of an already heavy world. So why can’t I stop?

I have faith. Faith in God, His promises, and His ability to handle far more than I ever can. Yet somehow I forget to place my worries on Him. I forget often. Too often.

Instead of casting those worries on Him, I selfishly attempt to keep them all to myself.

Crazy right?

Who would choose to keep something so debilitating? Something so draining.

There are days when I remember this isn’t my burden to carry alone. I remember to give it – whatever the it of the day may be – to Him.

Oh but on those other days, weeks, and months. The other moments that so often make up the majority of the time.

The times when I forget. When I hold onto my worry as if it is part of who I am. As if letting them go will somehow leave me at a loss. Missing some significant part of my being.

This is hard. Life. Life is hard but so is letting go. Somehow it feels so much harder than holding on.

Not where you thought this was going I bet?

For me carrying my worry comes so much easier than simply dropping them at His feet.

Maybe knowing my struggle will somehow help me move beyond it. Maybe?

Maybe acknowledge my weakness will also help me acknowledge His strength. Maybe?

Maybe sharing my struggles will help someone else see they are not alone in their own. Maybe?

I hope so. I want so. I pray so.

Yet until the maybes become my reality.

This is hard.

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