Pull From Me

Oh Lord,
pull from me the weight I was never meant to carry. Lift from my spirit the burden of endless worry and the exhausting need to control what has not yet come to pass.

Let the presence of Your Spirit quiet the noise within me and draw my heart closer to You.

I know how quickly the mind creates heaviness. A single fearful thought gathers momentum, recruiting emotion after emotion until the body itself begins to believe the world is too much to bear. What we call preparation often becomes imprisonment — living cautiously inside imagined futures that never arrive.

We rehearse disaster in the name of vigilance, and in doing so create an inner world where fear becomes ruler instead of faith.

Fyodor Dostoevsky once wrote:

“What terrible tragedies realism inflicts on people. Why, suffering is but the origin of consciousness.”

There is a deep truth in that. Much of what awakens the soul comes through struggle. Pain has a way of stripping illusion, humbling the ego, and forcing us to look beyond the surface of life.

And another quote of his settles deeply within me:

“All this struggle just for life to end on a random day.”

There is something strangely freeing in remembering this truth. No matter how tightly we grip life, no matter how much we worry, strive, prepare, or attempt to control every outcome, our time in this world remains temporary. No one escapes mortality. Every person who has ever lived eventually releases this life.

So why spend our precious moments consumed by fear?

If we truly believe in the glory of God, the resurrection of the soul, and life everlasting, then death itself is not defeat, but deliverance into the fullness of His presence.

This life is not the end of the story.

My brothers and sisters, I do not say this to darken your spirit or to frighten you. Quite the opposite. I say it because there is freedom in realizing we were not created only for this temporary world.

We are eternal beings passing through temporary conditions.

The soul longs for something greater because it came from something greater.

So breathe deeply.
Release the illusion that everything depends on you.
Look at the sky, the trees, the movement of life around you. Creation itself continues without your fearful supervision.

And perhaps peace begins when we finally stop clutching so tightly to the temporary and start trusting the Eternal.

Lord, remind me:
I am not merely surviving toward death.
I am being carried toward You.

Amen.