Peace has been few and far between lately—and I know it’s no one’s fault but my own.

Somehow, I always end up here—caring more than I should, tangled in the mess of people’s egos, personalities, and the noise of the world. But that’s not what this life is meant to be about.

Once again, I veer off track. Caught in drama and judgment, surrounded by egos and religious pride that only divide and drain. I know better than to get caught up in it—but here I am. The sad part is that it isn’t even mine!

It’s hard to hear God’s voice when the world is loud, and the weight of it all presses so heavily on me that it becomes physical—shooting pain through my spine, neck, and arms, down to my fingertips. My mind is exhausted from carrying things that were never mine to hold. And in the end, none of it matters.

Is it power? Pride? Denial? Where did we go so wrong? Were we ever right to begin with? I don’t believe this is what God intended—especially not for me. So, I pray:

God, where do You see me? Where do You want me to go? How do I serve You without letting the weight of the world crush me?

It seems caring is what breaks me most. But how do I stop? How do I create boundaries that protect me without hardening my heart?

Today, I had to guard myself. I needed quiet time with God. Lately, I’ve been dropping the things that matter—my health, my family, my work, and worst of all, my devotion time. God’s voice feels distant. That hurts more than anything.

I’m overwhelmed and overrun, not strong but anxious. I care too much—and it’s breaking me. I can’t keep getting pulled into chaos. I need to remember why I started this journey.

So much work, faith, and heart brought me here. I can’t let it all slip away—not because of others who never knew the path I walked.

It’s time to reclaim the peace I’ve known. It’s time to get it back.

🤍SK-