This load is too heavy for her. The bag is filled with all manner of things—stuffed to the brim with items we might need during our travel home. I want to help her carry it. I offer numerous times. But she’s four. And she’s determined.
The load is too heavy, and there’s really no need for her to bear the weight of it alone. I’m available.
But she won’t let it go.
I can’t help but think about the loads I’m carrying that are too heavy for me—the burdens my Heavenly Father is offering to hold, but I refuse to let go. He’s there. He wants to help. But I’m in my forties. And I’m determined.
The load is too heavy, and there is no need for me to bear the weight alone. God is available.
But I won’t let it go.
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Eventually, my daughter grows weary. She hands it over. I accept it.
Eventually, I also grow weary. I hand it over. God accepts it.
The thing is, we both could have released the weight much sooner.
What burdens are you carrying? You can hand them over. You don’t have to carry them alone.
