The weight is heavy… hearts are broken, souls desperate. These are the burdens I carry. And release.
I hear their cry…it’s everywhere, really. All around us. You know. It’s probably in or around you too.
-A precious teen girl at church sharing her secret of battling an eating disorder…ending up in the hospital three times and counting.
-A beautiful friend with breast cancer who recently started her chemo.
-A beloved and devoted woman discovering her mother’s cancer has come back infiltrating her body, leaving her with weeks to live.
-A beloved young man who has a piece of my heart- lost to the mental illness.
-A dear friend who celebrated her first birthday alone, abandoned by her husband of 34 years.
-Another sweet sister realizing the sober reality of ending a marriage while on the runway of her career.
And there’s more.
So much more.
So I carry these burdens with me. Heavy on my heart…
And I pray.
Because I can’t heal them, comfort them or change them. I can’t do a damn thing but pray.
I am human. And when I can’t do what is not humanly possible, I must surrender it to God. I must.
Thrown deliberately into The Almighty’s open arms.
“So I noticed your blog has become religious. I thought you were writing about motherhood and things like that? Now it’s very religious. Is that your intention?”
“Well, I suppose it has grown into that… but I still write about other things.”
“No that’s fine, I just noticed it’s become very religious.”
“Well, I guess I am an inspirational writer and yes, it is faith based, but I don’t PUSH JESUS down anyone’s throats. I am just trying to give my readers hope and encouragement, really.”
Perhaps my blog has a become more of a sacred message. How on earth would we ever get through this life, without that intention? Maybe I am “religious” to some. But I pray I inspire hope, and all that evolves from that.
I find hope in God. Because quite frankly, there is little hope in this world. I can encourage and inspire with words of reassuring love and perhaps insight to help heal, change, and comfort others. But they don’t have the same Power without the breath of faith in something much bigger than ourselves.
When we lose hope, where do we find it?
It’s quite futile to address the human condition and lift it out of it’s own miserable state, to then bear it once again back on humanity’s inadequate ground. I’m certain it would just swirl around and continue to swell in more dark agonizing waters, creating waves of more pain while it loses its endurance. Words are beautiful weapons that help us endure the countless battles, yet faith is what allows us to believe in something that is far greater and higher than our hopeless humanity- where we find ourselves buried in the rubble.
I choose to offer the hope of Christ in a hopeless world. I suppose that is quite religious. But when I dare to dig deep and feel the burdens of others that surround me, it ignites an intense passion that sets fire to my faith.
If by chance, there is a stronger, mightier hope than that- I do apologize.
But I have yet to find one.