The Load on Our Shoulders
I remember when I was a kid, seeing my grandpa and parents come home very tired after a day of hard work. At that time, I didn’t understand why they had many excuses for not playing with me before dinner.
Later in my life as an adult, I realized those weren’t excuses. I also experienced the same pressures they had; bringing food to the table and keeping a roof above our heads. Maybe the biggest weight on their shoulders as parents was to give us a better future than the one they had. Personally, I have to add an immigration process to a far country that definitely wasn’t lifting any heaviness at all.
Anyway, looking back at all these years carrying this heavy pressure, I can say with confidence that God will never put a weight you can’t handle.
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4 个月This is beautiful Nestor Eguez, and thank you for sharing your shift in perspective ?? We often have no idea what our loved ones are going through. Empathy is a needed skill. ??????
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4 个月Oh, Nestor, that last line really struck me. Every day, I hope you’re right, but sometimes it’s hard to believe it. I won’t get into my full story, but let me just say this: my life has been 45 years of struggle, strife, pain, and abuse—one trial after another. If something could go wrong, it probably has. Relationships, work, finances, health… I’ve faced hardship in every area, and it feels like it’s never-ending. At one time, I was full of tenacity, energy, and strength, ready to fight through anything and rise from the depths of hell. But now, I barely have the energy to get out of bed. I keep asking God, Why? Why, despite my relentless determination and effort, can’t I find a way out of this pain? And then, I remember I’m not alone—so many others are struggling, some with pain even greater than mine. But that only deepens my anger and frustration with God. So much suffering in this world, and it feels like too much. I’m tired. So tired of fighting. I just want a break, some small moment of peace. Enough is enough.