A Sack of Worries
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|Tue, 12-16-2003 - 11:13am|
My Dear Child,
>Every time you pick up a worry, it’s like putting a brick in a sack and lifting it up on your shoulders. Every worry you pick up adds another brick, and every mile that you carry it adds to your level of weariness. Pretty soon your shoulders are aching, your back is breaking, and you are close to tears.
I know a much better way. Let me have those worries. I want to carry them for you. I want to take care of the problems that caused them. Bring them to me in prayer, and together we’ll unpack them, on brick at a time. I want you to place each one in my hands and keep giving them back to me over and over until you get used to this fact: I’m here to lighten your load.