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May 3, 2012

“I should be able to handle it!”

These were the tear-filled words of my friend as I sat across the table from her listening to her share her struggles to find normal after years and years of addiction.  She had just listed off her celebrations – things she did accomplish, things she had never done before because it was just too hard – she had lived a life of defeat, running to other substances when the weight of the daily responsibilities began to push her under – unable to breathe.  She had left that life – saying no, standing firm and not looking back. But as she looked forward to the next week, and the new list of responsibilities, the things that needed to be done, I saw her sink in her chair and the tears flowed from a heart overwhelmed with sorrow and stress and difficulty.  She used to run to a false “savior” to make her forget the stress, the sorrow, the difficulties, the hurt.  But that was no longer an option – she was weary of doing good and she felt stuck.

“I should be able to handle this now.  Everybody else can handle their stuff.   So I just need to handle it but I am so stressed out!”

At that moment, I realized – I am just like her.  I think I should be able to handle the stresses and difficulties of life on my own.  I see everyone else “making life work”, so what’s wrong with me that I can’t?  I should be capable.  I should be able to handle it.

But I can’t.

When life gets overwhelming, I run, just like my friend used to, to another “savior”.  It can be anything – I am quite creative.  But whatever it is, it dulls the pain and postpones the inevitable – but it doesn’t save.  In fact it draws me further away from my true Savior.  The one who calls me to Himself.  The one who enables me to persevere in even the most difficult circumstances.  The one who promised to walk with me down every path of life he calls me to. The one who said, “Come to me all you who labor and are heavy burdened, and I will give you rest.  Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.  For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.(Matt. 11:28-30)”

There is no other Savior as loving as Jesus.  There is no other savior as kind as Jesus.  And there is certainly no other savior as worthy as Jesus.  He has proved himself again and again, but his ultimate proof was his willing giving of himself on the cross to do that which we are completely unable to do for ourselves.

Run to him and find rest for your weary soul.  You don’t have to handle it – I don’t have to handle it. He has for us.

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About Heather

Proudly born and raised Texan, Heather now resides in the great White North of Canada with her husband, John, her five children, a dog who adores her a little too much and a cat who tolerates her from time to time. When not homeschooling her children, Heather either has her nose in a book or her eye to her camera. You can read and see more by Heather at her Photo/Blog Heather Ferguson Photography.

Comments

  1. elisse says:

    Wow. This is good. And so true! Thanks for sharing!

  2. rhonda says:

    I have found myself facing that very same truth this week. Sobering how many times I see that I have run to another for temporary salvation. You are right – there is only ONE!

  3. Willa Burney says:

    I struggle with this truth on a daily basis. There are things going on in my life that, while I can clearly see the Lord’s help in handling things for me, I am still stressed, burdened, and heartbroken, as the help I see is temporary, and there is no progress being made on the issues themselves. Every night I pour my heart out in a prayer journal, every day I make what I feel are God-directed decisions, yet my pain and the stress continue. So then I think I must be doing it wrong. I know I would not feel this way if I had truly given it all to God, but how am I not supposed to worry, as a newly single mother, where my children’s food is going to come from? How I’m going to keep a roof over their head? And how I’m going to pull myself out of this miry pit of depression and be the mother they deserve with so much anger and animosity lingering in my heart towards the man who left me? How broken do we have to become before we truly break?

  4. Craig says:

    Oh, that “other” Savior – why do we always run there – even if that “other” Savior is just ourselves – or the nearest hole in the ground to crawl into – or shutting the blinds – or disappearing into busyness on things that don’t matter so we don’t have to deal with the things that do – this is an incredibly well-timed post – I heart when God puts timing together – I’m here because I tweeted – and Holly answered – just in case you’re wondering who I am – so thank you Heather, though I don’t know you, and thank you Holly, I heart having you in my twitter stream. God bless and keep.

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