weariness

Having to be strong for the people you love and care about when you yourself are worn out, carries you to your very limits. You try your best and you are able to appear strong, so that you can be somebody who lifts your loved ones up, and be the shoulder they can cry on.
You look at them with a confident smile and say, ‚It’s fine. I’m here.‘ It eases you up when they thank you, when they sleep in with peace, when they get to see a glimmer of hope. But when the door is closed, you break down and kneel. All of their burdens are yours as well, and you seek for a way to ease this weight just a little. Where in the world do you find it? I tell you, you won’t find it in worldly things.
Being where I am now physically and mentally I can see why people give in. But I have drank from a well of ever flourishing source of love. Jesus.
I don’t want to know where I would or would not be if I had not asked Him for strength and a shower of warmth and protection. I am weak as a person, but only in Christ I am the strongest I will ever be.

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