Too much?

Psalms 37:23

“The steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord: and he delighteth in his way.”

They must have thought He was too much.

Stopping in the middle of the road, heart breaking wide open for the blind beggar no one else even noticed.

Moved with compassion — again.

Again.

Always again.

They must have whispered behind Him when He wept at Lazarus’ grave.

Loud, aching sobs that tore through the silence.

Tears that didn’t apologize for their weight, didn’t hide for the sake of appearances.

“Too much,” they must have said.

“Too much,” when His love broke open and spilled all over everyone in His path.

But Heaven never called it “too much.”

Heaven called it holy.

Because sometimes Heaven’s love looks like too much to hearts still guarding themselves.

Sometimes mercy shakes the ground we thought was solid.

Sometimes compassion makes a scene.

And it should.

Because Love that saves has never been neat. It has never been safe. It has never been small.

So if they call you too much —

if your heart moves you to stop, to break, to pour out what you have,

to weep without shame,

to love without caution,

to lift your voice in wild hope over things others have buried —

let them say what they will.

You are walking in the footsteps of a Savior who wasn’t afraid to weep with those who weep and wasn’t ashamed to heal.

You are living a love they’re not ready for.

You are living a life that convicts the quiet places in their own.

And somewhere in the unseen,

Heaven is standing to its feet,

calling your too much beautiful,

calling your broken-open heart holy,

calling your poured-out love

the very fragrance of Christ.