The Weight I Wasn’t Meant to Carry

Philippians 4:6
This morning I’m sitting with Philippians 4:6, letting it speak into the quiet places of my heart. “Do not be anxious about anything…” That’s not a command I can obey by willpower alone. It’s an invitation to trust, to release, to breathe.
I’ve noticed how easily I collect burdens. One comes, and I hold it. Another arrives, and I add it to the pile. Before long, I’m carrying more than I was meant to. The joy fades. The pressure builds.
I remember watching builders pass tiles up a ladder—bottom to middle, middle to top. It was rhythmic, almost graceful. But I wondered: what if the man in the middle stopped passing them on? What if he tried to hold them all? He’d be crushed.
That’s me, sometimes. The middle man. Trying to manage everything without handing it upward. But God never asked me to be the final bearer. He asked me to pray. To entrust. To let go.
So today, I’m practicing the pass. One tile at a time. One worry at a time. I’m not stockpiling anxiety. I’m sending it upward. And in that release, I find space for joy again.
Lord, help me live this way—not just today, but always. Teach me to trust You with the weight of my life.