Pain is a weighty burden. It crushes and bruises and overwhelms the soul unless you shift them onto the shoulders of Jesus. He is the only one strong enough to bear them; and do you know what?
He stands there, wanting us to cast our cares because He cares for us. He is not unwilling or resentful of the load. We have to understand He takes fullest delight and joy when we rely fully upon Him.
We are to be weightless.
What love. What compassion. What tender-hearted mercy.
Jesus knows how feeble we are, the framed of dust. He knows how our spirit is willing and flesh is weak (Ps. 103:14; Mark 14:38).
When your heart and emotions are sliced through and through by the sharp shards of messy relationships and its left bleeding, the process of getting those wounds bound up again can be excruciating. All the tender places, left exposed.
That’s why it takes the tender hands of the One who fashioned our heart, our soul to have the wisdom to heal. A stitch here, several stitches there. And somehow, throughout the heartbreak, He makes it all worthwhile. He works a miracle. We can even dare to whisper that we were glad it happened because it caused us to experience His tender nearness, to feel the balm of His love suturing.
While it hurts, He catches every tear. There is a promise, friend. A beautiful, hope-filled, glorious promise: He will wipe away every tear from our eyes.
Not one of them escapes His eye. Not one.
Only Christ can know the extent of our ache, the Man of Sorrows, acquainted with grief. He is a merciful and faithful High Priest. He is God with us (Is. 53:3; Heb. 2:17; Matt. 1:23).
He is not a God far away, distant, indifferent. No. He chose to dwell among us. Hunger. Thirst. Exhaustion. Pain. And, yes, even tears, were realities the Son of God experienced for us.
His life was a constant symphony settling through the ages that His steadfast love is unshakable, unwavering, unending. If you and I could remember and look long upon this, how different our lives would be.
Is there an ache throbbing down deep in your heart, too?
We don’t have to be strong enough. We don’t have to struggle harder with our emotional baggage, constantly readjusting how we carry it; clinging to the faint hope that we can plod on, just a little further.
Friend, let’s hand them over to Christ. Our wounds become weightless–healed–because of His.
“With His wounds, we are healed.” -Isaiah 53:5b