Recently I was in prayer asking God to help me because Im in a season where I need to focus but I have been weighed down in my heart. I felt during this prayer time that I realized I am taking on responsibilities that aren’t mine. For a long time, I had shouldered them as my own. I have a trend in my life since a young age and thats taking the responsibility for things. When I am at a church that is spiritually harmful, I take the responsibility to change it. When people need help, Ill give them money and be late on my own rent.
But I have also been thinking about those that took on responsibilities that weren’t theirs. Like Martin Luther King who ended up assassinated. Like a stepfather who tried to be the father. Or the mom who tried to step in to be the absent father and broke herself doing it.
Even though we should try to prioritizing and realize when we are taking on more than we should, I also want to take time to think about those who were different.
They made the change.
They did what the majority were only complaining about but weren’t willing to put theirselves in harms way to change things.
You see the thing that God showed me was not my responsibility, it something that I have carried in prayer with him. I fasted and prayed. I believed when I didn’t have a real reason to believe but I knew who God was. Now I know that the thing is answered but he wants to take the responsibility for it and allow me to heal, become whole, and learn how to surrender each day what he gave me back to him.
Thank you JESUS for being the responsibility. Thank you for taking what I can no longer bear and restoring me for the years I sat at your side and prayed for a breakthrough that I didn’t know would actually come.