Since I was a child, I’ve been sensitive to people’s emotions and feelings. It’s not something I used to talk about I guess I didn’t want to seem weird. But as I’ve grown older, I care a lot less about what people think. Honestly, it’s none of my business what others think of me. That’s their concern, not mine.

For a long time, sensing other people’s emotions felt like a burden. I used to think I was just being judgmental, which made me doubt myself. I remember praying, asking the Lord, “Is this me, or is what I’m sensing real?” Over time, I began asking Him to teach me how to pray specifically for whatever I was discerning. I won’t pretend I’ve got it all figured out there are still times I try to handle things on my own, trying to process what I feel with my limited understanding. But eventually, I’m reminded: this isn’t something I can figure out on my own. It’s a God-thing, far beyond my human capacity.

I’ve come to accept that I’m not the fixer God is. He’s more than capable of handling anything, and He loves when we bring everything to Him. He patiently waits for us to do so. Now, whenever I’m feeling overwhelmed by what I sense, I stop and ask myself: “Is this a me thing, or a God thing?” More often than not, it’s a God thing. And knowing that takes the weight off, reminding me to lean into His strength instead of my own.