Give all your worries to Him

Many times I stepped off the train from Bryansk as I traveled to urban Moscow for a few days of retreat from my missionary life in the semi-small, Russian, village-like city. The backpack or large duffle bag with belongings for the family that I carried across the tracks and through the cold, snowy, dark streets was heavy. I have those who will testify to that—a weight pretty hefty for a lady. But as I looked around, I saw the weight that my husband was carrying. It was much heavier than mine. As I walk I envision the weight of colleagues’ bags that are loaded down with amounts even harder to handle. These colleagues, dear friends, who have journeyed with me along the way, have walked a familiar road. What do I do? I realize that the pounds I am carrying are just for me and must be transported to the final destination. When I arrive, I will drop them to the floor or pass the luggage to a friend who is waiting at the door—one who is to relieve me of the pressure for a time. Praise to the Lord, for everyday He accepts our load (Psalm 68:19). So, I shift the load on my shoulders and push forward because my best friend said that I could and must, for it is a lesson to learn. Exactly in that moment I know not the lesson. It is just one to be accomplished. As I walk my load gets lighter, because I know that one close to me is carrying a bag heavier than mine. Give all your worries to Him, because He loves you so (1 Peter 5:7).
-The Chosen Path, L. Burch