When I enocounter the situation, I was distraught, I thought I couldnt deal with it.
My life crashing around me, no help to be found anywhere.
I had knotted up most my friendship ties.
My closest friends…I was on the verge of ostracizing.
Then this happened. I was miserable. Before, I thought should it happen, I can bear it. I have been through this situation twice already.
I briefed the ones closest to me, they understood, but no one could help.
I was on my own. There was no way out. Then I made a decision.
I went to my favourite place….a place I have not visited recently.
I went to My Father’s Feet. I laid my burden there. I committed it to him.
We spoke.
Then I left. But unconsciously I took it back up.
Along the way I noticed I became tired after a little while. I looked over my shoulder and saw my burden back on my back. It weighed me down but still I carried with me. There seemed no end ot my journey.
I turned back to get to my Father’s Feet and again laid it there. He took it up. Then took me on His Lap and folded me to His Bosom. I felt really safe.
I decided to spend some time with Dad.
Daddy fed me and hugged me. He reminded me that He was my dad and He loved me…and I did not have to worry, He would take care of everything. I really believe He can.
After fattening up I packed and decided to go back to my place. Daddy asked me to just stay with him. But my mind was made up. I had to go visit my friends. So many things to do. Dad wasnt happy with my decision but gave me a lot of things I would need, He instructed me not to stop by the way. The journey was great and His soldiers would be with me. He told me that if I met anyone else I might forget about Him and forsake His instructions. I started my journey. My bag was light. I was high. A little way I met a friend, not really a friend still, going in the opposite direction. I told this person about my burden that I had left with at Dad’s. Then I moved on. A little while later I heard my name. There was my friend….well not really my friend. He had so many bags and pans. He begged me to help, he exchanged our burdens. He took the big, but weightless bag Dad had given me, and gave me one of his. We began walking. The bag was heavy. Pretty soon my friend started complaining, and gave me another bag. For me the journey became longer. Every other mile or so, he gave me something else to carry. He started throwing away the provisions God had given me. He said the bag was too heavy. I asked him to give me back then. But he laughed. He said he gave me the lighter bag. Pretty soon, I had all his bags. I fell. I scraped my knees, my hands, my chin, and my head bruised and bled. I was hungry for the nice things my Dad had given me, but my friend…well not really my friend now….had thrown them all away.
I wept. My friend laughed. He told me Dad tricked me, all the goodies were sour and bitter and stale. He took some old and tough bread out of his bag and gave me. I ate hungrily and started throwing up. He gave me stale green-looking water to drink and I had diarhea. He laughed at me, called me a puny traveller, and went on his way.
I was now, sick, I was wary, hungry, almost naked, barefoot and all alone. I looked in both directions. I was far from Dad. I was close to my home, but what sense would it be going home, and there is nothing for me to eat? noone to take care of me? I cried to my Dad. I pulled out my cell phone and tried calling. I was so far away the signal was lost. I also had low battery. I sat down dejected and then I saw a little girl…going in Dad’s direction. She was on a cell phone. I called to her. I was hoarse, but she heard. She lent me her phone and I called Dad. He said he would send help for me.
Daddy, I know I didnt follow your instructions, but I want to come back home. I am tired. I am lonely, I am thirsty, hungry, I am sick. These burdens are heavy. I need you. I need your strenght. I need your love. I have lost out on love so many times. I know I can trust in yours. Daddy help me to know, to accept that your love is enough.
My struggles are more. but I know I can make it somehow. As long as I depend on you dad. I am waiting patiently for your help.
