Last night, I had a dream that shook me to my core. I was buried under a mountain of work ranging deadlines, projects, and responsibilities piling up. The pressure felt real.
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My level of independence always keeps reminding me that I felt like I had to handle everything on my own.
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However, the strangest thing in the dream was that my late father appeared. He sat beside me, calm and steady, watching me struggle. I kept working, pushing through, feeling that familiar weight of “I must do it all.”
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And then… he smiled. He smiled, and he showed me that everything I was stressing about, he had already handled on my behalf. Somehow, he had finished everything I couldn’t.
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At that moment, I realized something powerful. I wasn’t alone. I woke up with a strange sense of peace.
I remembered all the times he used to tell me not to work so hard, always offering to take things off my plate when he was alive.
Knowing a love like his brought a deep sense of peace I hadn’t felt in years. Even if it was just a dream.
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It hit me hard. Sometimes, you have to let go of trying to control it all. Sometimes, true strength is in surrendering… and letting God handle what you can’t.
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Turns out, letting go isn’t giving up. It’s letting God step in.
Lots of love,
Sharika
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