I cried out to God, “Why does this hurt so bad?!?” Gently, He responded, “Because you made pleasing these people your god. Your sacrifices for these people were an act of worship that you were doing to attain their pleasure. And it hurts to be rejected by your god even more than it hurts to be rejected by your friends.”
Since my kids have me as a secret-holder, they are able to be more trustworthy friends, the type that can be helpful and loving to those around them. They can build their strengths of standing up for those who are hurting since they aren’t weighed down with heavy secrets. Because I’m holding them.
As I was thinking about this, God reminded me that He is my release valve. The weight of life is too heavy for me to hold. When 1 Peter 5:7 instructs us to cast all our cares upon the Lord, it isn’t because He’ll fix it, but because He cares for us. He will hold the weight of it so we can build our strength to be able to do the things He’s asked us to do. He releases that pressure.
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