To the one who is tired: I see you. You’ve carried so much, haven’t you? Smiled when your soul wanted to weep. Stayed strong when you longed to crumble. But strength is not in holding it all—it’s in allowing yourself to rest. You are not failing. You are unfolding. Lay your burdens down tonight. Let God hold what you no longer can. You are not alone. Never have been. Even in the wilderness, grace finds you. And whispers, “You are loved. Still.”