For the Women who keeps going.

I thought I was okay because I got through the day.
I smiled. I worked. I helped. I prayed.
But when I finally sat still, I realized I was tired in places sleep couldn’t reach. I thought I was okay.
I had nothing left to pour, because I hadn’t poured into me.
I'm confused, surviving while thriving. I thought busy meant blessed.
I thought empty was normal.

But God Whispered… “Come to me, all who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.”
-Matthew 11:28
“He restores my soul”
-Psalms 23:3
“Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it”
-Proverb 4:23

These words weren’t for a woman who looked broken on the outside.
They were for me. The woman who holds it together.
The strong one. The “I’m fine” one. But fine isn’t full. And God doesn’t want me running on fumes. He wants me overflowing.
So today, I permit myself to pause. To feel. To breathe. To be poured into. No out of weakness, but out of worthiness.

JOURNAL PROMPT

When was the last time I felt truly full, emotionally, spiritually, mentally?
What does pouring into me look like in this season?