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Our Endless Cares are allowed to Lift us---not to Crush us
We often feel that our hundred of cares, aggravating and endless, are there to bring us down. But are they? How do we make sure that these cares are not getting us down but there to help us soar to greater height? How can we change our burdens into wings that help us to soar on high rather than tie us down to level ground? Yes, how? We have to change our focus and mindset. We have to have the faith that our God will help us when we call on Him. God will transform our burden into a pair of wings through the miracle of trust. When we believe in Him, we will “soar on wings like eagle” (Isaiah 40:31 KJV) and when we “Cast our cares on the LORD (and) He will sustain us” (Psalms 55:22 KJV). Trust on His promises as He never goes back on His words.
The poem below is by Mary Butterfield found in the book, ”Streams in the Desert.” The original book was published in 1925 and the updated edition by Zondervan Corporation in 1997
One day when walking down the street,
On business bent, while thinking hard
About the “hundred cares” which seemed
Like thunderclouds about to break
In torrents, Self-pity said to me:
“You poor, poor thing, you have too much
To do. Your life is far too hard.
This heavy load will crush you soon.”
A swift response of sympathy
Welled up within. The burning sun
Seemed more intense. The dust and noise
Of puffing motors flying past
With rasping blast of blowing horn
Incensed still more the whining nerves,
The fabled last back-breaking straw
To weary, troubled, fretting mind.
“Ah yes, it will break and crush my life;
I cannot bear this constant strain
Of endless, aggravating cares;
They are too great for such as I”
So thus my heart consoled itself
“Enjoying misery,” when to!
A “still small voice” distinctly said,
“T’was sent to lift you---not to crush.”
I saw at once my great mistake.
My place was not beneath the load
But on the top! God meant it not
That I should carry it. He sent
It here to carry me. Full well
He knew my incapacity
Before the plan was made. He saw
A child of His in need of grace
And power to serve; a puny twig
Requiring sun and rain to grow;
An undeveloped chrysalis;
A weak soul lacking faith in God.
He could not help but see all this
And more. And then, with tender thought
He placed it where it had to grow---
Or die. To lie and cringe beneath
One’s load means death, but life and power
Await all those who dare to rise above.
Our burdens are our wings; on them
We soar to higher realms of grace;
Without them we must ever roam
On plains of undeveloped faith,
(For faith grows but by exercise
In circumstance impossible).
O paradox of Heaven. The load
We think will crush was sent to lift us
Up to God! Then, soul of mine,
Climb up! Nothing can e’er be crushed
Save what is underneath the weight.
How may we climb! By what ascent
Will we crest the critical cares
Of life! Within His word is found
The key which opens His secret stairs;
Alone with Christ, secluded there,
We mount our loads, and rest in Him. (March 9)
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