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Buried By Life, Saved By Grace

  • Writer: Jodi Jackson
    Jodi Jackson
  • 12 minutes ago
  • 2 min read

There are seasons, when life feels like it’s pressing down on you from every side — like you’re being buried slowly under expectations, heartbreak, exhaustion, and silence. You go to bed tired and wake up tired.

You smile, but something inside you has gone quiet. You wonder if anyone notices. You don’t even recognize yourself anymore.


I know that season well.


I’ve walked through days where the weight of responsibility was so heavy, I forgot what it felt like to just breathe.

But, I kept going — not because I was strong, but because I didn’t think I had a choice. I poured out for others while secretly running on empty. I didn’t know how to ask for help.


That’s what it means to be buried by life.


I had to ask myself.

Who am I when I’m not just surviving?


In this new season... Silence felt strange. Rest felt undeserved and sometimes Joy felt distant — like something meant for other people, not for me.


Here’s the beauty, grace found me in solitude.


Not the kind of grace that removes the pain, but the kind that sat with me in the pain. The kind that whispered, “You’re still here. And that matters.” 


Grace didn’t shame me for breaking down. It didn’t rush my healing. It met me in the mess and reminded me I was never meant to carry it all alone.


Grace came through quiet moments, unexpected kindness, deep breaths, and hard truths. It reminded me that surviving is not the same as living.


I finally gave myself permission to be human. Laying down perfection. I laid down shame. And I picked up hope.


Grace is an unearned kindness.

It’s what reaches for you when you’ve run out of strength, out of options, out of words.

It’s not a reward for being good.

It’s not something you earn by getting everything right.


The love and mercy of God — poured out not because we earned it, but because He loves us.

Even when we mess up. Even when WE walk away.


When the phone doesn’t ring.

When support goes quiet.

When the people you expected to check in… don’t.

Remember God’s love doesn’t depend on applause, validation, or attention from others.

It isn’t based on your performance or how put-together you appear.

It reaches you when you’re overlooked.

It holds you when you’re forgotten.

It speaks when no one else shows up.

And now, I live differently

Not because I have it all figured out,

but because I know what it feels like to be held when I’m falling.


That’s what it means to be saved by grace.

 
 
 

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