Today, however, I was thinking about a few friends who are
having trouble after trouble visit them. It reminded of the many times that I,
too, faced it. Somehow, we all get through these times.
But whenever I was wise enough to remember to pray during
those times, it was a lot easier.
I thought today about Christ, and how his sorrows began in
the garden.
That night must have been terrible in itself. He even asked his
father to lift his burden, to take it away. That was followed by the scourging
at the pillar. That was followed by the crowning of thorns. By that time, the
human side of Jesus must have been wondering if his father had deserted him. On
top of that, he tried to carry the cross, bloodied and beaten and battered as
he was, until he felt he could go no further. At the moment he was weakest,
when he fell with his burden, the father sent him someone to help carry it for
him.
That's what I hold onto. The need to have courage during
those tough times and have the incredible patience needed to hold on while the
father works it out for me...
Thank you, Heavenly Father, for your help when I need it;
thank you, sweet Lord Jesus, for suffering as you did for me, in an earthly
body which felt pain and exhaustion, while you waited for the father's help. I
am so grateful for my faith and the times it has helped in tough times.
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