When the Weight Feels Too Heavy

There are times when life feels like a balancing act I simply can’t keep up with. Right now, I’m in one of those seasons. My husband is disabled, which leaves the weight of every bill and responsibility on my shoulders. I’m running two businesses. I’m showing up as a mom to three boys. I’m attending school full time. I serve in my church. And somewhere in all of that, I’m reminded that I still need to take care of myself.

To be honest, some days I whisper to God, “I can’t do this.” Not because I don’t want to, but because the exhaustion runs deeper than sleep can fix. The overwhelm presses in, and I start to wonder how much longer I can actually keep going.

But here’s the thing I’ve discovered. When I get to the very end of myself, that’s where God’s strength shows up. Not in a dramatic rescue, but in quiet ways that steady me.

A verse that lands in my lap just when I need it.

A text from a friend at the exact right moment.

Or simply the deep breath that comes in prayer, even when nothing on the outside has changed.

I think back on other times I felt like the weight would crush me.

And yet, somehow, I’m still standing.

Not because I was strong enough, but because God was faithful enough.

His strength carried me when mine ran out.

It’s messy.

Some days I’m still so tired.

Some days I wonder more than I trust.

But I know this: God’s strength is real, and it shows up when I need it most.

And that’s what keeps me putting one foot in front of the other.