I've been carrying a heavy burden but tonight I was reminded...the carrying is not my job.
So I lift it up.
My heart speaks the words my lips cannot. He still hears.
I lay it all down.
Down at the feet of the One who long ago carried my burdens into a garden and up a hill. Burdens of a worn out wife, a worried mother, a broken disciple.
God's sweet grace fills my anxious heart and spills down my cheeks.
Peace replaces worry. Faith restores doubt. God's steadfast love remains.
