The past few weeks have felt HEAVY. One of my dear friends was diagnosed with lymphoma. Chemo has started, and with it the constant fight against weakness, sickness, feeling worse than the actual cancer makes you feel. It doesn’t seem fair.
Another of my friends was also diagnosed with lymphoma, and we are in the waiting of what treatment is going to look like. A period of time suspended, feeling strangely well despite the cancer that has invaded many corners.
My sweet friend with ALS had a bad fall and ended up with a broken shoulder. A long road ahead of healing and rehab and wondering if strength will come back enough to return to her home, or if a new, harder season is beginning.
Friends with children who are trudging through broken places, with exhausted parents who aren’t sure where to turn next, who just want to shoulder these trials so their children don’t have to.
My kids are struggling with some painful battles, and I have to stand back in silent prayer and watch them fight through it, knowing there is nothing I can do to take the pain from them; it’s a road they have to walk.
My husband is on several weeks of travel, which always feels lonely and scary and takes a cumulative toll on my strength. And of course it is always when he is away that Murphy shows up in all the ways like car trouble and kid injuries and leaks under the kitchen cabinet.
It all feels so heavy; suffocating at times. Multiple times this week I have found myself in tears, overwhelmed by the sheer weight of it all. Sometimes I have forgotten my /first/ defense is to reach for my Heavenly Father. I finally remembered that in a simple prayer yesterday; “please send help.” I’m sure you know even before the end of this sentence that of course God has shown up in the ways I knew I needed, and even the ways I had no idea I did.
He has given me the energy to go visit my friend between chemo treatments, the simple presence of each other’s company being enough to reassure me of God’s presence in this story. And a smile that even in his weakened state he cut the grass and welcomed me with my own parking spot. Daily graces.
My friend with ALS does not have much of a circle, and she has spent many long days and nights sitting alone in her hospital room. God gave me the strength and the creativity to go spend some time with her and to decorate her room with color and love, as my own friends have done for me.
He has given me wisdom, discernment, and patience to assess the needs of my hurting littles, and provide the best support I can at the right times. He has given me the privilege of coming before the throne in prayer for all of these things.
And all of a sudden, with praise music playing in the background, and friends who are willing to show up both in person and in prayer, the anxieties of my heart melt into deep gratitude for all the ways I am held and carried, and the ways I can hold and carry my own people.
As I cracked the book of my quiet morning devotion today, the words specifically chosen for this date wash over me like the healing balm that they are: “Come to me, all of you who are tired and have heavy loads, and I will give you rest.” Matthew 11:28.
Another daily grace, God whispering my name, saying “I see you. Let me carry your heavy loads.”
Choosing Hope 