It’s easy to forget where our help comes from sometimes. As I prayed yesterday, my face to the carpet, in whispers of desperation, “My shoulders are not big enough, Jesus, they are so small…..” as tears threatened, “not nearly big enough to carry the sorrows and heartaches of loved ones back home, loved ones here, as well as my own, I can’t do it.”
And I realized my foolishness when His quiet reply came to my heart, “You were never meant to carry them, child, but I can, and not only that, I want to!”
I am so sorry Jesus……I kept you on the back shelf, again.
Why do we try to carry what we never meant to, I wonder? Sometimes we Christians think we are supposed to be strong enough, as people of faith. We tell ourselves things like we shouldn’t be stressed because we have the Lord, after all.
I got up after my very short prayer and went outside. The morning was cool and beautiful……Elaine came out with me, already awake. She knew how hard my first day back would be, she knew the burdens I carried, because people already carrying big burdens recognize when others are buckling under the load.
We sat at the patio table as God colored the sky an impossible shade of violet and pink. She told me of a radio program she liked listening to from 5-6:00 in the morning, about stocks and bonds and finance. I loved that she wanted to share it. It was like a gift exchange sitting there, she and I in the quiet morning.
It was so peaceful, that little conversation, Heaven touching earth, because He was there too.
As she talked, light filled the sky and I kept on sitting. As I rose from my chair I said, “I better make a call.”
I didn’t go in, I couldn’t go in, not yesterday.
And it was okay. Because sometimes the truth is that though you may not feel physically sick, you feel sick at heart, sick from stress. But sick is sick, and it’s okay to be weak sometimes.
As long as we remember who it is that is strong.
DEAR LORI,
Thank you for the Blessings
of your Writing. God is
so rich and gentle with us.
May he continue to hold you
very close.
Bill
Oh He does, Bill…..and yes He is, I have been enjoying your posts, friend! Lori