Moss Growing Season

It is officially moss growing season in the pnw. The fog – the rain – the mist – the draft of warmth and crispy cool – and the bark on the trees comes alive with Seahawks green. While daylight is sparse and darkness lingers longer, it is a season to reflect more deeply on burdens. This note found me when I needed it this week……

Some of us are tired not because we are disobeying God, but because we are obeying burdens God never gave us. God does not ask you to do everything, fix everything, or carry everyone. Grace teaches us to release what is not ours and to hold only the cross that leads us to life. It is okay—holy, even—to set down what God never asked you to pick up. God didn’t call you to be a packhorse for every burden.

I have practiced being a packhorse for a very long time. A childhood trait that I have honed into a pattern of life. What if I stop? What if I change? What if……a good question to ask in this season of life.