Jesus said,
my yoke is easy, my burden is light.
I want to believe him,
but most days
the burden feels like stone.
The burden of anxiety,
the burden of belief,
the burden of trying to be human
when I am tired,
so tired.
If this is light,
what does heavy feel like?
And yet,
he keeps whispering, “Come, walk with me,
learn the rhythm of gentleness,
tie your tired shoulders
to mine.”
Maybe the lightness
is not in the absence of weight
but in the presence of love.
Maybe the rest is not escape
but the slow discovery
that I am not alone in the carrying.
There are still crosses,
still losses,
still days when being human
feels heavier than faith.
But if he is beside me
then even the heavy
can be held.
So I take a breath,
take a step,
and say,
teach me again
how to be human
under your light burden
that does not feel light
Scribbling Theology 