There are seasons when strength feels borrowed—when the weight of life presses so heavily that just taking the next step feels impossible. In those moments, it’s not determination that keeps us going; it’s grace. Quiet, steady, unseen grace.
When I look back on the hardest chapters of my life, I can clearly see it: God was carrying me. Not just supporting me—but carrying me. Through sleepless nights, unanswered prayers, broken plans, and unexpected detours, He never let me fall.
“Even to your old age and gray hairs I am he, I am he who will sustain you. I have made you and I will carry you; I will sustain you and I will rescue you.” (Isaiah 46:4)
There’s something profoundly humbling about realizing that your survival wasn’t because you held everything together—but because God held you. He carried your questions, your pain, your silence, your fears. He carried what you didn’t have the strength to carry yourself.
Life often demands strength we don’t naturally possess. But the beauty of faith is this: we’re not meant to walk alone. God’s hands are underneath the weight, steadying what would otherwise break us. “The eternal God is your refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms” (Deuteronomy 33:27).
So if you feel exhausted, stretched thin, or quietly breaking—take heart. You don’t have to do this in your own strength. The One who has carried you this far isn’t about to stop now.
Let this be your quiet confidence today: you are being carried.
