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I was driving away. Escaping. Running from the overbearing burdens descending onto my world; pushing me into a deep dark place. I left work and just started driving, crying, yelling. I could go to my son’s house to get away…I could go to a hotel room and sit in the dark and cry…I could just drive for a while to stop thinking about it…
No, none of that was good. Worry my son, desert my husband, put myself at risk. No, none of that was good.
I’ll call my pastor. “Can I come and talk to you. I don’t know what to do about…”
That was the best thing I could have done. My pastor couldn’t bear my burden and he didn’t have a solution to my problem, but he knew Who could help. There was a small group in our congregation that was reading through the bible in one year. They were meeting weekly to discuss what they learned in the scripture. He pointed me God’s Word, and there I was helped. Relieved little by little.
I dove into the scripture and stayed there. I’ve learned that Jesus is a very present help in trouble (Ps 46:1). The closer I get the more He helps. It seems like each crisis is shorter than the next, and the burdens get lighter. That isn’t to say that life is problem-free, because we know that in life we will encounter trials and our faith will be tested. We also learn that the testing of your faith produces endurance (James 1:3), and that is a blessing.
He’s here to help.