You Are Never Meant To Live Numb. Your Feelings Are Magic......

I’ve been told I’m too much.

Too emotional.

Too passionate.

Too expressive.

Too sensitive.

But too much of what, exactly?

Because what I feel isn’t chaos—it’s creation. It’s the sacred rhythm of life moving through me. It’s the pulse of God alive in my veins, reminding me that I was never meant to live halfway.

My feelings are not flaws. They are fire—holy and human—awakening truth, love, and light within me.

For too long, I tried to contain my magic—to fit into rooms that could never hold the weight of my spirit. I said sorry for crying when something moved me. I silenced my voice so others wouldn’t tremble. I dimmed my light so no one else would feel small in their shadow.

But not anymore.

My emotions are divine intelligence.

My depth is where God meets me.

My sensitivity is not weakness—its wisdom wrapped in softness.

I feel because I’m alive.

I forgive because I understand.

I love because it’s my nature.

And I show up because that’s what light does—it arrives.

So when someone says I’m “too much,”I smile.

Because what they really mean is they haven’t yet met their own depth.

I no longer shrink to be seen.

I no longer apologize for the way my heart speaks.

I no longer hide the parts of me that feel everything—because those are the parts that make me whole.

I walk with light.

I shift energy.

I love hard.

And every emotion I carry is proof that God still moves through me.

My feelings are not too much. They are holy reminders that I was never meant to live numb.

They are how heaven breathes through human form.

Feelings are not weakness—they are worship.

And I will never again apologize for being sacred enough to feel.

Prayer & Reflection

Prayer:

Dear God,

Thank You for the gift of feeling deeply—for the emotions that move through me, reminding me that I am alive, connected, and created in Your image. When the world tells me I’m too much, help me remember that You designed me with intention. Teach me to honor my feelings as sacred messengers, not burdens to hide or silence. Let my heart remain soft in a world that praises hardness. Let my spirit stay open, even when misunderstood. And let every emotion I feel draw me closer to You—the source of all light, love, and divine creation. Amen.

Reflection:

Take a deep breath. Place your hand over your heart. Feel it beating—steady, alive, present. That rhythm is not weakness. It’s God’s signature within you.

Ask yourself: Where have I dimmed my light to be accepted? Where have I apologized for feeling too deeply?

Then whisper to your soul—“I am not too much. I am divine, I am felt, I am free.”

Own Your Light,

Soldier Mom