Ever heard a story that refuses to leave your memory?
Sometimes it is a news story, or a television show that brings her story back to the surface of my thoughts, and I am thrust into a sense of mourning for what my friend experienced.
I remember when my friend shared her story. It haunts my mind, breaks my heart and saddens my soul.
She told her story of facts, feelings and abuse. Each detail etched itself into the deepest part of me. There are times when I feel as haunted by her verbal story as if I were there.
But, it was she, not me, who was there. It is her ugly, broken, horror story.
As we lay our burdens at the feet of Christ, it is often the burdens of others that weigh heaviest on our shoulders. When we lay them , we tend to struggle to release them fully, for we tend to hold on to them with questions such as, why?
Yet lay them we must. For he does heal those wounds.
And, rather than hold on to the burdens of others we lift our loved ones up in prayer. Each time their hurt comes to our mind, we whisper prayers for comfort, for healing.
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