Tethered to Peace

Matthew 1

1:28–30.
I sat with Matthew 11: 28 - 30 this morning -Not to dissect it. Not to preach it. I just sat with it.
“Come to Me, all who labor and are heavy laden…” That’s not a command—it’s a welcome. A voice that doesn’t demand performance, but offers presence. I heard it not as a verse, but as a whisper into the places I’ve been carrying too much. The weight of trying to be enough. The pressure to hold things together. The quiet ache of responsibility that never clocks out.
Jesus doesn’t offer escape. He offers rest. And rest isn’t laziness—it’s release. It’s the kind of peace that doesn’t come from finishing the work, but from laying it down. Not because it’s done, but because I’m not doing it alone.
His yoke isn’t a harness of religion or obligation. It’s alignment. It’s the will of the Father—not as a taskmaster, but as a guide. Jesus lived that way. He didn’t chase outcomes