I can feel that I'm moving into a new phase emotionally and it ain't a good move. It's the place where every sorrow and every pain is felt so intrinsically that I want to hide and cry. Like my soul has been ripped and beaten until I can't even raise my head.
It's at these times that I wonder why Jesus would step in and take this abject grief from me. And, if I love him as a sister should love her brother, why would I let him do it. If I truly knew what kind of suffering I was asking him to take from me, how could I ask him? Was I that self-centered or that desperate? I look at my brothers and sisters now and there's no way I would let them do something like that for me...not knowingly.
Something that's been kicking around in my mind lately.
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