I Am a River

I see a cup —
crafted and shaped with purpose,
with intention,
with care.

Go inside.
What is the cup made to hold?

I am a river.

My presence overflows.
The cup’s shape was never meant to hold all that it is trying to hold.

Your mind was not built to contain everything.
Your limits are not failures;
It’s part of how I made you—
fearfully and wonderfully,
woven with boundaries that keep you from breaking.

The cup formed because you feel the weight of the world
pressing against your chest.
You try to make a space safe enough,
small enough,
contained enough
to quiet the fear inside.

But you cannot carry what only I can carry.
You cannot hold what only I can hold.

You cannot contain the river.

I hold you.
Not the other way around.

You do not have to be all things
for every place,
every person,
every trouble.
If you did,
surely the weight of the world would crush you.

Turn toward Me.
Only carry what I show you is yours to carry.
Let the rest fall from your hands.

This peace I’m giving you—
Let it be enough.