Dear Little Girl,
You learned early that being useful made you lovable.
That if you were helping, fixing, teaching, managing, or holding everything together — you were safe. You were seen. You were wanted.
So of course stillness feels strange now.
So of course rest feels heavy.
So of course your body collapses when there is nothing on the schedule.
It’s not laziness.
It’s not lack of discipline.
It’s not weakness.
It’s a nervous system that spent years being responsible.
Somewhere along the way, you learned that love followed effort.
That belonging came from producing.
That safety meant staying needed.
And now God is gently teaching you something new:
That you are allowed to be still and still be loved.
That you are allowed to rest and still be safe.
That you are allowed to do nothing and still be worthy.
What if your body doesn’t shut down because you’re broken…
but because it’s finally not being asked to save anyone?
What if stillness feels unsafe not because it is —
but because it’s unfamiliar?
What if Eve didn’t rebel…
what if she was just exhausted from being responsible?
What if the deepest healing isn’t learning how to do more —
but learning how to stay when you’re no longer needed?
Not disappearing.
Not rescuing.
Not proving.
Just staying.
Staying with yourself.
Staying with God.
Staying in a body that is learning a new truth:
That love does not require performance.
That rest is not abandonment.
That you don’t have to earn your place here.
Little girl,
you don’t have to be useful to be safe anymore.
You already are.
Love,
Worthy
(Amy 🤍)
