My heart hurts… I feel weighed down… I hate life… Someone said mean things….I feel betrayed…I feel stabbed….They were my friend…Why can’t it be different?
My flippant response was, “Well, hopefully I lose the flab on my arms….”
She smiled yet continued, “You wouldn’t ask your young granddaughter to pick up a 200 pound concrete birdbath, would you? And why wouldn’t you? Because you know she couldn’t do it. You know it would hurt her. So, why do you think God is asking you to hold up the Titanic?”
With that word picture I was able to see right through the smoke screen of wrong thoughts. I’ve tried to carry the weight of the world on my shoulders.
· I cannot erase their wounds.
· I am not their Savior. Jesus is.
God never asked me to carry all that weight. I started piling it on MYSELF. I began holding onto things and heaping on the heaviness that I was never meant to carry. Matthew 11:28 says, “Then Jesus said, “Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest.”