I am feeling so thread-bare, so ragged, so small these days. Like my little family is on a mountain climb and we’re all carrying backpacks, but mine is so heavy I’ve started falling down the mountain. I’ve been despairing about this because I haven’t been able to see a way through.
But tonight I met with a precious friend who shined a light where I only felt darkness. And she said the most beautiful, true thing: “There is great struggle for you right now because you are growing, you are being transformed. And it’s hard because your love is so deep. You are absolutely tired and you absolutely matter.”
So yes, I am thread-bare. And yes, we gotta distribute the load in our backpacks a little more evenly. But it is not loss. And I am not small. And even the most tattered fragment can be mended.