Cast your burden on the Lord, and He shall sustain you; He shall never permit the righteous to be moved. Psalm 55:22
Her back ached as she stumbled along the path.
Taking a tissue, she wiped the sweat from her brow.
“How much longer,” she thought aloud to herself.
“When will this load go away? I’m so tired of carrying my entire life every single day.”
She knew why it was so heavy.
She simply couldn’t resist keeping decisions for her alone to make.
She liked that so much, issues multiplied in her bag daily, adding to the weight.
Approaching a hill, she saw a figure, standing on her path.
He looked tall. Kind. Strong.
As she drew near, she recognized who He was. Jesus.
The relief almost caused her to fall down, yet she caught herself.
“Jesus,” she called, “can you please help me?”
Reaching out, she caught his arm as He steadied her on her tired feet.
He placed His hands on her shoulders, removing the burden from her back.
He easily lifted it, placing it down on the ground.
“Why, my daughter, are you carrying something so heavy? Have you forgotten Who I am?”
She looked up at him, unsure of what to say.
He peered into her burden, lifting out the first rock.
“Your marriage. Can I have this one?” Jesus gently asked.
She nodded her head.
He reached in again, this time lifting out three rocks.
“Your children. Can I have them, too?” Jesus asked. “They are safe with me.”
She nodded, tears running down her cheeks.
As Jesus kept reaching into her burden, he brought out all of her rocks, including her job, future, friends, home, and identity.
And each time, she willingly gave them up as Jesus instead placed them into His bag He so easily carried.
Willing to give up control, she whispered, “Thank you, Jesus. You have freed me beyond my wildest dreams.”
Jesus smiled at her, held out His hand, and together they walked down the path of life.
She was now skipping and smiling, fully reliant once more on her God, who created her and her precious little life.
She knew life was back in order with God taking her worries.
Reading her thoughts, Jesus bent down to whisper, “Now don’t try to pick these back up. You were not made to carry them. I was.”
And she wholeheartedly agreed.
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