Hard Days
I know that life is constant battle. Emotions are deceptive. My flesh is weak. My body is tired. My soul is in turmoil.
My heart is burdened for my family, for the people I work with, for people around me that I know are struggling. Why do I take on the sorrows and burdens of those around me? I know that compassion and empathy are admirable qualities, but sometimes I become exhausted by the constant strain of deep, profound, soul shattering emotion that I feel on behalf of others.
I know that my heart would not be as troubled by the little things that seem so agitating and (I regret to admit it) hurtful, if I wasn’t taking on so much of the world’s problems. God tells us to, “cast our anxieties on Him…” and oftentimes I don’t think I have to strength to cast anything. Sometimes those anxieties are so intensely encompassing me that it’s a battle just to leash myself from their severe grip.
It’s good to remember that God gives strength to the weary and the ability to rejoice despite the difficulties of this life. It’s humbling to know that my problems are not the greatest on this earth, yet I live as if they are. It’s sobering to think that I in essence turn myself into an idol when I live that way. Yet, God remains faithful. Steadfast. Unchanging. Merciful. Forgiving. Gentle.
