When it Gets Heavy

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‎When it gets heavy,

‎And the weight of living sits on your chest like a stone,

‎Laughter feels like a stranger

‎and even your own shadow feels too dark to follow,

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‎We all know those times that the one place of solace doesn’t feel the same…

‎The pillow wet with tears,

‎The church pew cold with silence,

‎The journal blank as if it, too, is tired of listening.

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‎In these times… Breathe.

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‎Not because the pain vanishes with one inhale,

‎But because every breath is proof that

‎you are still here and still carried by the One who holds the stars without trembling.

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‎When it gets heavy… Remember

‎Remember that your tears are not wasted water, they are seeds,

And  the same God who bottles them, waters your tomorrow with them.

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‎The silence you dread is not empty.

‎It is God whispering louder than words,

‎“I have been here, I still am and will always be”

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‎When it gets heavy…Lean.

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‎Lean into the Rock that does not break.

‎Lean into the arms that stretched wide on Calvary, proving once and for all that no burden is too heavy for Love.

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‎And you when you rise again…

‎The scars will shine like lanterns

‎to guide someone else through their night.

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‎So,

‎Let it be written on your heart that

‎When it gets heavy,

‎He is still Good,

‎He is still God…

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‎….And that is enough.

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© Stella Braih