For the ones who just can't

I want to speak to the ones out there who don’t feel worthy.The ones who don’t want to get out of bed.Who don’t want to clean, don’t want to wash clothes,don’t even feel up to taking a bath… because life is what it is.

And when it’s like that, sometimes we don’t feel worthy.It feels like the whole world has come crashing down on you.And the truth is… it looks that way too.

Everywhere you turn, something is falling apart.And you don’t want to be OK.You don’t want another encouraging word.You don’t want to hear that “better days are coming.”You just want to lay in that bed and not feel anything at all.

And you know what?I’m not going to talk you out of it.

I’m not going to give you a checklist or try to preach you into motion.I just want you to know: even in that bed… you still have worth.

God didn’t forget about you.Not one bit.Not when you stopped answering your phone.Not when the laundry piled up.Not when you just didn’t have the energy to do anything.

I know what you’re going through is tough, and I know that no words can make it better.So I’m going to give you something else: permission.

Now, you don’t need my permission but I’m giving it anyway.It’s OK to lay in that bed.It’s OK to feel those emotions.Because sometimes… that’s all you can do.

And you don’t need to feel guilty about that.

I’ve been there too.

Let me tell you a quick story.

There was a season where I was depressed for months.I was still going to church. I was still going to work. I was even in school.But I’d come back home, crawl into bed, and cry.Every single day.

I didn’t care about anything else.

I didn’t want to get up. I didn’t want to pray. I didn’t want to be seen.

Then one Sunday April 1st, April Fools’ Day I went to church, and I was just done.

I remember saying to God,“God, I don’t want to be the same anymore.I don’t want to keep going to church, going to work,and then coming home to cry in bed.”

That day, I asked one of the ministers to pray over me.And I just… fell into her arms.I knew I needed it.

And I wish I could tell you that I felt instantly healed in that moment…but I didn’t.

I did feel better… but not delivered. Not lifted.

When I got home, I remember saying to God,“When will this pain go away?”

And the next thing I know… I started laughing.

It was as if the pain was never there.

Now over time, I realized something.God didn’t heal me in that moment becauseif He had, I might’ve thought it was that person who fixed me.And every time I went through something,I probably would’ve run back to her for prayer, thinking she was the source.

But she wasn’t the source. God was.

And He met me. Right there.Not at the altar. Not in front of the crowd.In my bedroom. In my tears.

So to the woman who’s still under the covers…You are not invisible.Your worth hasn’t vanished.Your identity isn’t tied to your energy.You are not a failure because your house is messy.You are not less than because he left you.You are not broken beyond repair because you’re grieving.

You are still worthy.

Cry if you need to. Lay down as long as you have to.But promise me this:Don’t make that bed your casket.

You still have life.You still have purpose.And when you're ready, you will rise.But even before you do… you are already loved.

I love you.Stay encouraged.No matter what happens in your life or what is to come,you have worth.You have value.And you are always—

Worthy, Worth It, and Priceless.