Disappointment doesn’t usually knock loudly.
It just keeps adding weight.
Brick by brick, we pack the backpack:
• unmet expectations
• things we thought God would do by now
• roles we keep carrying because “someone has to”
• stories we tell ourselves about who we are and what’s possible
And if I’m honest, this is the same part of me that tries to carry all the groceries in one trip.
Because clearly, asking for help would be admitting weakness…
and making two trips would be a personal failure.
So there I am — keys dangling, bags cutting off circulation, dignity questionable — determined to prove I’ve got this.
I call it independence. Heaven calls it unnecessary.
And somewhere between the car and the kitchen, I’m reminded that even Jesus sent the disciples out two by two.
Inevitably, something falls.
Or worse… something gets left in the trunk.And a couple of days later, there’s a smell. A mysterious, soul-searching smell that forces a reckoning.
Nothing humbles you faster than realizing the real burden wasn’t the bags —
it was the banana you refused to admit you dropped.
That’s how unexamined burdens work too.
What we refuse to set down eventually announces itself.
Some of the limits we feel aren’t placed by God — they’re placed by our own expectations of how we think He should move.
We overpack faith with control.
We leave no room for surprise.
No room for grace.
No room for God to have His way — because the backpack is already full.
Jesus never asked us to be strong and burdened.
He asked us to come — and let Him carry what we were never meant to hold.
“Cast your burden on the Lord, and He will sustain you.” — Psalm 55:22
Maybe today isn’t about pushing harder.
Maybe it’s about making two trips.
Or — heaven forbid — asking for help.
Drop the bricks.
Check the trunk.
Walk lighter.
Love, Chelle
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