Lately I’ve been very quiet on skool. ⏸️ Not because I’ve given up. ⏸️ Not because I’ve lost my passion. ⏸️ not because I don’t have things I could be posting. Honestly, God has been doing a deep work in me. I’ve spent much of this season laying things down. Expectations. Pressure. False responsibility. Even some hopes that I eventually realized were no longer life-giving. One thing He has been showing me is that I have spent too many years carrying things that were never mine to carry. Sometimes we become so used to carrying the weight that we don’t even realize how heavy it has become. But God never asked us to carry everything. He never asked us to hold together what only He can hold. He never asked us to live from striving. I’ve been learning: 🕊️ to abide. 🕊️ To rest. 🕊️ To return to peace. Not as something I chase after once everything is finished. But as a place I live from. I don’t know exactly how long this season will last. And honestly, that’s okay. Because I know God is faithful to complete the work He has begun. For now, I’m learning to trust Him in the quiet places. And I’m discovering that freedom often begins when we finally release what was never ours to carry.