06/09/2026
The Weight of "Send Me"
There are days when I look at my life and think, "Lord, how is there room for one more thing?" My schedule is full. The demands are many. The phone keeps ringing. The assignments keep increasing.
Yet somehow, I keep moving.
Not because I am strong in myself, but because the grace of God keeps expanding my capacity.
I have learned something in this walk with God: when you truly pray, "Lord, send me," Heaven takes that prayer seriously.
But before you can genuinely say, "Here am I, Lord. Send me," you must first die to yourself.
Many people say those words because they are looking at what they can gain from the assignment rather than what they must lay down for it. They see the platform but not the sacrifice. They desire the influence but not the surrender. They want the mantle but not the crushing that produces the oil.
The Kingdom does not operate through self-promotion; it operates through self-denial.
Jesus said, "If any man will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross daily, and follow me." Before there is a sending, there must be a dying. Before there is authority, there must be surrender. Before there is promotion, there must be consecration.
When Isaiah said, "Here am I; send me," he had already encountered the holiness of God. His lips had been touched by the coal from the altar. Something in him had died before he could answer the call.
Many people love the mantle, but few want the weight that comes with it.
What followed Isaiah's "yes" was not comfort. It was responsibility. It was carrying the heart of God for a people. It was standing in difficult places. It was speaking when others remained silent. It was being available when it would have been easier to rest.
The Lord began showing me that every assignment carries a weight. Every soul carries a weight. Every word, every prayer, every act of obedience carries a weight. Yet the weight is not designed to crush us. it is designed to mature us.
I hear people complain about how much is on their plates, and I understand. We all have moments of weariness. But lately, my heart has been responding differently.
Instead of complaining, I find myself saying, "Thank You, Jesus."
Thank You for trusting me with another assignment.
Thank You for trusting me with another soul.
Thank You for trusting me with another opportunity to serve.
Thank You that my hands are full because Your hand is upon my life.
The truth is, if God stopped assigning, stopped sending, stopped opening doors, and stopped entrusting me with His work, I would be far more concerned than I am about being busy.
I have discovered that there is a difference between being busy and being burdened by God.
Many people are busy building their own kingdom. But there is a holy burden that comes from Heaven. It keeps you moving when your flesh wants to quit. It keeps you praying when you want to sleep. It keeps you serving when nobody sees. It keeps you saying "yes" when convenience says "no."
We must understand this: you cannot ask for greater authority and reject greater responsibility. You cannot pray for greater influence and then complain when God requires greater sacrifice. Expansion always demands capacity, and capacity is often developed through carrying weight.
The Lord is raising up men and women who will stop asking, "What can I get from this?" and start asking, "What must I lay down for this?"
Because true Kingdom service is not built on what you gain. It is built on what you surrender.
Every time I think I have reached my limit, Christ reminds me that His strength has no limit.
And so my prayer remains the same:
"Lord, if You can trust me with it, then give me the grace to carry it. If You send me, I will go. If You assign it, I will steward it. If You place it in my hands, I will not complain about the weight, because the weight is evidence that You found me trustworthy enough to carry a portion of Your heart."
As long as He gives me strength, I will keep moving.
As long as He keeps sending, I will keep saying yes.
And as long as there is breath in my body, my answer will remain:
"Here am I, Lord. Send me."
💜 Jacqueline Chinkhan 💜
