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The weight of the world is crashing down upon my shoulders. Crushing. Smothering. Does God really expect me to carry this load alone?
It seems …
far too …
heavy.
I summon all the strength of my limbs only to find them lacking; like an endless well gone dry. I dig in deep, but the bucket of strength is drawn up empty.
If only I had water for my parched soul. Just a small, life-giving drink to wash over my frail spirit.
Just …
one …
drink.
Surrounded, yet alone, the grime and filth of Rock Bottom pulls my knees like a magnet. Hell grips my ankles with a maniacal cackle, dragging me, mocking me. Blood and sweat mix with arid dust in a ruby-copper swirl of mud. A moan escapes through teeth long clenched, slipping through its prison bars as an inmate free but broken. Fingers flex to form a fist, to grasp for relief and peace from afar, but the effort dies in vain. Limbs slacken, joints fall limp like leaves of a weeping willow tree – too fatigued, too weary to hold themselves up.
My Father …
where are You?
I can’t go on, my life like lead, the weight too great for me to bear. I need my God, my Holy One, to lift me from this widening chasm. A sagging head, hung low in shame; disgrace swathes my dejected form as a garment unfit for mortals to bear.
Too thirsty …
too lonely …
too …
weak.
Stretching, reaching, yearning for my God, I don’t feel His touch. If only He would reach over part of the distance. If only He would hold me up.
If only …
it would …
end.
Life is slipping. Letting go. I can’t go on. Too tired to try. Eyes are closing. Blood is draining.
It …
is …
finished.
With dying breath, a new life shines. The manacles of Satan unclench from my feet. Arms open wide with Heaven’s strength, I now can say:
All who are weary …
come to Me.
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Having then a great high priest, who has passed through the heavens, Jesus the Son of God, let us hold fast our confession. For we have not a high priest that cannot be touched with the feeling of our infirmities … Let us therefore draw near with boldness unto the throne of grace, that we may receive mercy, and may find grace to help us in time of need. Hebrews 4:14-16
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