Too big to handle

You can’t do it, you say.
It’s too big for you to handle, you say.

But that’s the whole point.

If you could handle it, then it’s comfortable. Nothing ever grows inside the bubble of the comfort zone. Nothing. Only when you’re being asked to walk on water that you truly sink. And come to understand just how deep the ocean goes. And how small you truly are. And that you were never meant to bear all this alone. That you were set up all along to seek strength in something larger than yourself.

It breaks you. Broke you. That’s the point.

The breakdown comes right before the break-through.