I see you.
As you speak of everything you’ve endured, each instance piles upon your shoulders, weighing you down, causing your head to bow. The boulders of your past regrets press down as the tears fall past your cheeks. I place my hand on your neck, and rub the stones…
I feel you.
With every word, your shoulders shake with sadness, but the burden doesn’t budge. I watch it become heavier, and I move my hands, hoping to bear a little of the weight for you, but nothing seems to shift my way. I know that the things you’re sharing with me are things you cannot change, and I know that me sitting here, attempting to comfort you, will not save you from the demons that continue to stack each painful, guilty position you’ve been placed in on top of you, causing you to groan in grief, or silently keep those shoulders shaking…
I hear you.
With the silence stretching you thin, causing your load to grow heavier upon you, and making you unsteady, I tell you to look into my eyes. And once you muster the strength to do so, I say aloud:
There is so much Grace for you. There is so much Grace in this life.
You, my friend, are too hard on yourself. You’ve had so many people be harsh to you because maybe they didn’t believe in your potential. Or maybe they resented you as a whole. Or maybe they loved you and didn’t think that what you were doing was what was best. Even so, they couldn’t see your vision; they didn’t try to understand. From what I’ve heard, they didn’t listen; they simply impressed upon you what they thought was right, and demand that you embrace their truth.
You’re hurting. I see it in your eyes. I feel it in my heart. I hear it in your voice.
But you have to let go. And so do I.
I have to let go of the fact that I am incapable of saving you. Only One can do that. It isn’t my job to take an ax to the load on your back that’s causing all this pressure from all sides. You long for things to go your way, not just so you can have a better life, but so your family can too, and although that’s all sweet and good, there’s more to it than just that. I cannot convince you to let go. I can only love on you with the Steadfast Love that I’ve been brought up in my whole life.
But you must let go too, my friend. You must realize that the burden you’ve been carrying for too long need not rest on you. Your burdens were paid for so long ago, before you were born, before you were even able to create such chaos, and cause yourself and others so much pain. Yes, it was paid for. Yes, you were died for. On a Cross on Calvary about 2,000 years ago. There’s no need to sit and cry about what you did, what you possibly produced, where you currently are now because it’s not what you’re used to.
What I’m NOT saying is that your feelings aren’t valid; they are. From the things you’ve been through, and the scars that you bear, you have every right to feel everything. But this burden you wear on your shoulders, and reveal when life gets difficult, and the Enemy becomes bold enough to face you with your failures to force you into fear…luvvy, you should not bear it. You cannot bear it, and expect to survive this life.
Take a deep breath. Relax, luvvy. Now, let it go so you can take hold, and take heart, and take the Hand of the One Who created you, and loves you, and longs to take that burden away. His Yoke is easy, His burden is light – lighter than the one you wear, and tend to hold onto.
I love you, but most importantly, so does He.