13/12/2025
I have to be honest- lately the Holy Spirit has been confronting me in a way I canât shake.
I am an evangelist, yet Iâve felt the sting of conviction that I do not have a big enough burden for souls.
Where is the desperation that keeps me awake at night?
Where is the urgency that makes me weep for a generation?
Where is my cry for the lost, the tormented, the bound, the addicted?
God has been pressing on me- not to condemn me, but to awaken me- to call me back to the weight of His heart.
And as He has dealt with me, Iâve felt His question echo deep within my spirit, a question that I know isnât just for me, but for the whole Body in this hour-
âWhere is your burden?â
I hear the Spirit of the Lord asking this with a voice that shakes the comfortable and awakens the slumbering.
Where is the holy ache?
Where is the trembling in your spirit that once made you groan for souls you didnât even know?
Where is the fire that used to rise in your chest when you prayed, âLord, break my heart for what breaks Yoursâ?
Because many have learned how to shout, how to dance, how to lift their hands- but few are still carrying the burden of the Lord.
There is a difference between being stirred by a service and being seized by Heaven.
There is a difference between enjoying Godâs presence and carrying Godâs heart.
And this is what the Lord is calling us back to- the place where His tears become our tears, where His longing becomes our longing, where His heartbeat for souls becomes the very rhythm that drives our days and interrupts our nights.
Heaven is not asking, âHow loud can you praise?â
Heaven is asking, âWho will carry My burden?â
Where are the intercessors who feel the weight of eternity in their bones?
Where are the ones who stand between life and death and cry out for the lost until the atmosphere shifts?
Where are those who still believe that one soul is worth more than all the worldâs applause?
For the Spirit of God is walking through His Church like He walked through the prophetâs valley of dry bones, and He is not searching for performers- He is searching for burden-bearers.
Those who are willing to feel what He feels, who are willing to be interrupted, inconvenienced, and undone for the sake of a single soul Jesus died for.
There is a fresh mantle of travail being released in this hour- a holy weight that presses on the heart until compassion becomes fire.
This burden is not punishment; it is partnership.
It is the invitation to stand with Heaven and whisper, âLord, donât let me be numb. Donât let me be passive. Give me Your burden again.â
Some of you once carried itâ
in the midnight prayer meetings,
in the secret place where no applause could reach you,
in the seasons when the urgency for the lost ran through your veins like lightning.
But life crowded it out.
Distractions suffocated it.
Comfort buried it.
And now the Spirit is calling- not softly, not politely,
but with the thunder of a holy summons: âWhere is your burden?â
For revival does not descend on talent.
It does not rise out of strategy.
It does not spark from flawless music or polished sermons.
Revival is born from people who carry Godâs burden like a burning coal on their hearts- people who cannot sit still while souls slip into eternity without Christ.
Heaven is searching for those willing to feel the weight again.
To stand in the gap again.
To let the Holy Ghost break them, bend them, fill them, and send them.
And if you whisper even the smallest yes, if you crack open the door of your heart and murmur, âLord, give me Your burden once more,â
He will come.
He will rush in like fire.
He will lay His heart upon your chest.
And He will trust you again with something eternal.
This is the hour.
This is the summons.
This is the cry of the Spirit, âWhere is your burden?â
Return to the place where you feel again.
Return to the place where souls matter more than comfort.
Return to the place where God can entrust you with His heart.
And may the burden of the Lord rest on you like a holy weight- awakening a love, a compassion, and a relentless fire that will not let you go.
-Jessica Jecker Simply Jecker â¨
