Carry Everything to God in Prayer

She is 12 years old standing in my bedroom with a tag sticking out of her shirt and my instinct is to cut it out for her.  When she was little she used to bring me her clothes and say mama will you cut out the tags?  It hurts!  My itty bitty 4 year old so sensitive to anything touching her skin.  I would cut them out with the kitchen scissors and watch her get dressed and skip away so happy and comfortable.  

I want it to be this easy.  I want to bring my mom my clothes and ask her to cut out the tags.  Cut out the hurt.  Because it hurts so bad.  The pain of her disease sticking to  me. And the Dr. can't take it out for her.  There is no cure.  It will not get better.  The symptoms are so devastating I can't speak of them,  lest they come true.  I pretend they won't.  But they will.  And all I can do without going crazy in my mind is to bring everything I have like a big pile of laundry and lay it at the feet of Jesus.  

I do this in my mind, and I ask the Lord if my mom can come too, and He says,  

"Your mom is already here."

 I look and see her praying at his feet and I think, that’s mom, always near Him, going to Him first.  Why do I take so long to come to Him?  Why do I think I can carry this heavy burden and not get tired.  I waste so much time trying to figure it out on my own.   And then I hear a beautiful Hymn playing, not from Him, but from an army of angels. They sing softly at first then get loud like an anthem.  

I whisper, "mom, He will take this burden for you, for all of us won’t he? And then the pain will be no more?"

She smiles at me without a word, because she believes He already has.

I sit with her in this moment and vow going forward to get dressed every single morning believing it too, just like her.

 

What a Friend we have in Jesus,

All our sins and griefs to bear!

What a privilege to carry

Everything to God in prayer!

O what peace we often forfeit,

O what needless pain we bear,

All because we do not carry

Everything to God in prayer!

Have we trials and temptations?

Is there trouble anywhere?

We should never be discouraged,

Take it to the Lord in prayer.

Can we find a friend so faithful

Who will all our sorrows share?

Jesus knows our every weakness,

Take it to the Lord in prayer.

Are we weak and heavy-laden,

Cumbered with a load of care?

Precious Savior, still our refuge—

Take it to the Lord in prayer;

Do thy friends despise, forsake thee?

Take it to the Lord in prayer;

In His arms He’ll take and shield thee,Thou wilt find a solace there