God is teaching me. He’s teaching me something important.
All those worries and cares and concerns. Those problems without ready solutions. The struggles and disappointments. They are all real. Very real.
But, the question He is posing to my heart is,
“Where is your focus? Is it on all of that stuff
or is it on Me?”
Yes. That is the question rolling around in my heart and mind today.
It’s not like I haven’t had to ask this and learn it before. But, here we are. He’s brought out the big guns this go around. This may be the biggest lesson in trusting God I have had to walk through.
I find I am weighed down with concerns and worries. As a Momma, I have three souls I am locked into. I watch and listen.
Remember when your babies were newborn, fresh from heaven, tucked into the cradle? Did you listen to and watch those babies breathe? I feel like that is where I am with my Loves even now. It just comes from deep inside of me.
Last night I realized I am tired.
I constantly roll around in my head all the concerns, trying to work out solutions. My brain runs from one issue to the next. And round and round it goes. Like a merry-go-round, my brain spins and spins. It wears me out. Because for these situations, there are no easy, quick answers.
I do believe it is the most bone wearying tired.
To carry burdens you were never intended to carry. Running around plugging holes, propping up the sides that start to sag, stitching up wear and tear. Running and running…round and round. I get one thing fixed and then something new pops up.
It makes me tired. And weary.
So, God is asking me an incredibly important question.
Am I focusing on the long list of worries or am I looking to Him?
The view is quite tiring if it’s the list of concerns. But, if I am looking to Him, I gain strength.
Today, as I was taxi for my baby girl, I was tired. Some things didn’t turn out as I would have liked today. Dealing with a chronic illness with one my Loves, my Momma’s heart hurt. I was disappointed for him. I was desperately working to look at this new information with a glass full approach.
And as I drove, I imagined having a serving tray.
As I drove, I loaded each concern on the tray and imagined handing it over to God. Piled high. A real “here ya go, God!”
Why was I feeling like I had to come up with solutions? His answers would be better suited anyway. They would be custom fitted and tailor-made specifically for each situation. Why did I feel as if everything was resting on me? That I am responsible to make all the answers and solutions and resolutions happen.
Crazy making that is!
And, oh, what a weight!
It’s just too much for one heart to carry. I was never created to carry and fix and solve them! Yet, I had taken on that burden on my own.
Sunday night our pastor referred to Isaiah 53.
4 “Surely he has borne our griefs
and carried our sorrows;
yet we esteemed him stricken,
smitten by God, and afflicted.
5 But he was pierced for our transgressions;
he was crushed for our iniquities;
upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace,
and with his wounds we are healed.”
Actually, the entire chapter is a beautiful perspective changer during this Holy Week. If you haven’t read it in a while, you should. But, my attention centers on these two verses. He bore all of our sin and shame and endured it all to death. He carried the weight and died our death so we wouldn’t have to.
And even yet, He wants to carry our grief, sorrows and cares. He is intimately acquainted with our anxiety and pain. He was beaten beyond human recognition for our very lives…for our salvation and healing. Why would we not want to entrust Him with all things? If He carried that, will He not carry those things we care about?
So, as I reflect on this passage and the beauty of
Christ and all He has done for me,
He has shown me I am not capable
of carrying around this load on my own.
He is my sorrow bearer.
It’s cool when the pieces of His teaching start to come together.
I know this is a lesson I have learned in the past, but seem to occasionally forget. We have to be reminded…and often. He loves us enough and is patient enough to do just that.
I am grateful.