|Flower Image: Shay Cochrane Photography|
Out of control. And scared.
I often have another dream. I'm at school and ready for class. In some versions I don't have my schedule so I have no idea where class is and what time it starts. In another version, I haven't done any studying and today is the big test, usually in history.
And I feel out of control.
I suspect my dreams are the bubbling up of my underlying fears and struggles.
Sometimes following Jesus feels right and good. Sometimes it feels hard. Sometimes it puts me at odds with people whose opinions I care about.
Out of control. Scared.
I torment myself with the "what-ifs" I could do to make things right.
Some of my burdens are just this life I'm called to. It's a cross we are to take up after all, not an Easter basket. It's a weapon of humiliation and torture and death, not a jeweled necklace.
So I shouldn't be surprised at the weight of some of these choices I make as I follow my Savior.
But at the same time Jesus says that His yoke is easy and His burden is light and that I can come to Him for rest.
This takes some sorting out for me. I am praying today for Jesus to lay on me only the burdens He hand picks for me.
There are many so many burdens to bear, but not all are mine.
I watch my son on this Spring day walk around our yard. I wipe his runny nose and try to keep him from eating rocks. This is my burden this morning.
It's mine to protect and clothe and feed him. It's not mine to ordain the days or the course of his life. That's the arena of the Sovereign One.
Fixing hearts--only God can do that. That is His burden. Today I ask Him to take that.
Even my own heart is His to fix. My burden is to repent constantly and obey.
The weight of people's opinions--not mine to labor under.
The Gospel is mine to speak and write and live. It's not mine to convince. I give Him that one too.
The world. This nation. This election. This city. It's mine to pray that His kingdom, His will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. It's mine to ask what I can do to make His kingdom a reality here.
My Church. It's mine to "fan into flame" (2 Timothy 1:6) my spiritual gift and do my "body part" well. But the church is not mine. It's His.
I think when we ask God to sort out these burdens, and as we ask our friends to speak truth to us about them, life can be lighter. Again, there is a cross to bear, there are deaths to die, but He has come to bring us joy and freedom and lightness and rest.
Today's coloring page is from Matthew 11;28-30 and is sprinkled with cherry blossoms--because that's what's blooming in my yard today! You can download your printable coloring page HERE or by clicking on the image below (usage below*).
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