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Topic: Angry (08/02/07)
- TITLE: I Can't Let It Go
By Pam Carlson-Hetland
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I walked with My Friend daily. He gently nudged me and asked about this newest companion.
"Oh, it's not really a problem." I answered. "I can handle it. It will leave fairly soon."
The new companion followed me everywhere. It accompanied me to work and made it difficult to concentrate. At home, its presence made me short-tempered and sarcastic with those I loved.
My Friend spoke to me again. "Give your companion to me and let me carry this burden." He offered.
"No!" I refused. "I'm not ready for it to leave. I have a right for it to be here!"
It began to grow. It talked to me of past hurts and assured me that I had been a victim and treated unfairly. It reminded me of dreams that had died with the closing of the door. Each time we would commune, I became more dependent upon its strength. Though my back ached from its weight, yet, I carried the companion with me.
At times, I would refuse to meet with My Friend. I listened more to the companion's whispers.
Soon the load of the companion made it difficult to sleep at night. It gripped my heart, tangled my mind, jostled my emotions, and made me physically ill. It grew. It told me more. It said that my child would suffer; but that I would find rest and justice in revenge.
My Friend reminded me of His love and asked once again to take my burden. He told me that He only wanted the best for me, but that I needed to let go of the companion.
"You want the best for me?" I accused. "You could have kept that door from closing. Why didn't you stop it?"
"The one who closed it has free will. You know this to be true. But, I am able to take your burden...if you are willing to give it to me." My Friend's voice was tender.
"I can't let it go." I whispered.
Gradually, the mirror no longer reflected my image but that of the companion. Then one day, I looked into the face of my child and saw the companion there. I ran to My Friend.
"You were right!" I exclaimed "Oh, My Friend, please help me. I can't carry this any longer. But I don't know how to let it go."
"Just lay it down at my feet."
There--on my knees--I let Anger go. Oh, what sweet freedom when Jesus picked up my burden.
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