It is of concern to Him.
I find myself troubled this morning. Flooded with cares and concerns. It started last night. I take on burdens like a second skin. To put it bluntly, my prideful heart wants to be like God, and this comes out when those closest to me are hurting. I long to help, to fix, to carry it all for them. But I cannot. I become overwhelm, rightly, because my pride breeds ignorance of my own burdens that I'm not laying down. I buckle under the weight of it all, and get so upset because I don't understand anything. I don't understand anything. Sin leaves my heart breathless with pain. Not sin as in my shortcomings like this pridefulness. But Sin (capital S) as in the power that looms over us all, holding the whole creation captive in its grip. Grace is relentless in its pursuit of us. Freedom can be found if we let grace take us captive. Why do we run? We are so afraid. I am so very afraid. But even in simply admitting that, the chains of fear loosen. Because grace swoops in...