a heaviness

I know I'm not the only one who has felt this way before. Life gets heavy. It feels dark, and Satan threatens to rob it of all light. And I know it's a battle in the war of good and evil, but I'm wounded and it's hard to stand right now. Jesus beckons from across the field to the safe bunker, but it seems so far away. My body is aching today, and I have a hunch it might be due to the fact that I'm carrying too much of this. I need to lay it at His feet. But sometimes I don't know how. Sometimes He's so near but I still can't reach Him. I know I need to learn how to kneel before Him and surrender. Un-shoulder the pain. Un-strap the heaviness. Can we learn together?

"Can anything ever separate us from Christ's love? Does it mean He no longer loves us if we have trouble or calamity, or are persecuted, or hungry, or destitute, or in danger, or threatened with death?" -Romans 8:35 (NLT)

"Give your burdens to the LORD, and He will take care of you. He will not permit the godly to slip and fall. But You, O God will send the wicked down the the pit of destruction. Murderers and liars will die young, but I am trusting you to save me." -Psalm 55: 22-23 (NLT)

Father, I feel this weight that is not mine. I choose to let it go. I don't want the pain of it in me and on me. I know You can take it from me if I let You. So I do. Jesus, let me sit here a little longer, please. My head in your lap and your hands pulling the heaviness off my shoulders. I know you want me to cry with those who cry and sing with those who sing, and I do. The privilege of those things brings a smile to my face and to Yours. But when my enemy comes in the middle of the tears and feeds us all lies I don't have the strength to fight him. Be my strength, Spirit. Make me able in my inability. Lift my chin when that liar punches my face again with his schemes and dirty hopeless tricks. My hands are open to your gifts and your grace. You fill my cup with more love, and then I see that it overflows. You call me off the battlefield to bind my wounds and send me back out for more of that murderer's blood. Though I can't quite see it yet, the victory is already Yours.