Sometimes a burden is both heavy and good. I forget this sometimes.
I forget sometimes that weighty can also be the same as substantial, important.
And something serious can also be joyful, satisfying.
Hard does not always have to mean bad.
Sometimes hard things in life are like the heavy winter quilt that settles around you, weighted in it’s warmth and comfort.
Sometimes hard is the fierce and loyal hug of a friend.
Or the smooshed up kissy face of a two year old pressing in to give mamma some love.
Parenting is a burden that is heavy and so.darn.hard. some days.
Being a wife is hard. Being a friend and neighbor is hard.
Sometimes heavy and hard is the satisfying labor of moving things around and putting stuff in it’s proper place. And that hard work can happen inside our minds and hearts just as easily as working in the garage or a closet.
I want to welcome the burdens in my life…the ones that ground me in His love…to accept their weight of
grace just like the worn quilt that brings comfort.
Burdens mean that He is working His good and perfect will in us…sometimes through burdens that He places on us that are good and right; sometimes through the ones that we pick up and tote along until He tells us to set them down…that we don’t need them.
But they all come from the hand of the Father whose Son calls us to find our rest in Him; the One who says His burden is easy.
Life isn’t easy nor should it be. But the hard will often times yield precious heavy joy~the kind that will last past this earth and into eternity.