The Weight No One Sees
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the things we carry the quiet weights no one sees. You know the kind I mean. The ones you hide behind a smile, the ones you don’t even talk about anymore because you’ve gotten used to holding them in. Some of us carry childhood pain we never fully processed. Others carry wounds from broken trust, betrayal, or the ache of not being chosen. We get good at functioning with it. We show up for others. We handle our responsibilities. We even laugh. But inside, there’s a heaviness we’ve learned to hide well. I used to think healing was about “moving on.” Push through. Be strong. Pray more. Smile anyway. But what I’ve come to realize is this: some hurts don’t go away because we keep pretending they’re not there. When I was writing Carrying a Hurt: From Burden to Freedom , I found myself returning again and again to one thought: we cannot heal what we keep buried. God doesn’t need our performance. He longs for our honesty. And sometimes, the most power...
