One of my kids has been sick. For a while.
Going to the doctor isn't fun. We can't seem to find answers.
As his mom, I hate to see him hurting and suffering. I've even said I would take it from him if I could and suffer in his place. But that's not the way it works.
That's when I thought about how God sees us. He is our Daddy, our Father.
He hurts when we hurt. I know I hurt for my son.
But my son's burden is not my burden. I can't take it away. But I'll share all of it that I can. I'll support, love and encourage him to seek God in the midst of this.
I've been sick and suffered before. So I can point him to God as others have pointed me.
Then, as he grows and matures and looks back, he can see how he was comforted and then comfort others.
So even in the midst of the suffering and weariness, there is hope. There is a reason. There is a point to the trials. Maybe we really want God to just take it away. But in His wisdom, sometimes we have to walk through the valleys for a while. And then, in due time, we can comfort others who must walk through that valley, too.
What burden can you share?
What valleys have you walked through?
Are you still there or have you come out on the other side?
Praying for you as you read this.