Today I woke up feeling a little crushed in my soul. A haze was hanging over my head. Because of hardship. Pressure. Anxiety. Partly because of the season (we finally got the tree up today). Partly personal (too much to do, too little time). Partly friends (so much sorrow).
We bear our burdens together with God’s people. We walk in joy and grief together. And in this season, we look ahead with quiet hope, remembering that baby that came.
That baby that came and became this: “He is despised and rejected by men, a Man of sorrows and acquainted with grief….” Isaiah 53:3a
That beautiful baby, wondered at, loved, cherished, longed for became despised, and rejected. And not because He failed.
He was a man of sorrows, real, true, sorrows. Acquainted with grief. As Oswald Chambers said it, intimate with grief.
So these burdens are never ours to hold onto. They are His. Our part is to pray, to grieve, to love, and to leave them with Him.
Praying that your soul can rejoice this week as you walk with our beautiful Savior.