“Ever since my wife cheated on me . . .” That’s what this guy said yesterday as he entered the
bus. The guy stepped inside,
paid his fare, and finished telling his buddy the story. He made no attempt to gloss over the fact
that life holds pain. And hearing him talk made
me think. What do we do with our
pain? Even children on a playground don’t
like to be cheated. Somebody overstays their turn on the
monkey bars, and the kids in line race off for a teacher to plead their case. It’s like playing Monopoly and realizing the
banker isn’t honest. We scream, stomp,
throw, and pitch fits, but in the end, where are we? Psalm 68:19 says, “Praise be to the Lord, to
God our Savior, who daily bears our burdens.”
God actually invites us to lay our burdens upon Him. Hand our pain to Him, and let Him carry the
weight. Even if my eyes shed
buckets of tears in the process, I want to ask Him to cleanse me. In fact, crying does wonders to soothe tension. And if a hangnail can nag me into being mad at the
cat and grouchy at my husband, then I can afford no room to harbor big pain,
small pain, or anything. Please know, dear reader, how I prayed for you today to find refreshment in knowing Jesus Christ in a new way. May this Christmas be wonderful because we experience His power to heal.
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