But you know what? I was a hypocrite too. I was just as needy of God’s grace and mercy as anyone. And eventually, I realized two things. First:
We’re all beggars in need of God’s grace and mercy, and it’s only by his divine love that our lives are made significant.
God doesn’t rate our sin. He despises it all. But because of the blood, we all have access to the same level ground at the foot of the cross.
Is there someone in your life who’s hurt you? Is the loss and the pain so deep you can barely articulate it?
I get it.
I’ve been there, and I still walk through it. I won’t make excuses for that person. You have permission to create healthy boundaries. You have permission to grieve for the relationship you could have had.
But can I tell you something else? You can’t fix it. And I think this is the part that often causes us the most grief because we want to so badly, but we can’t.
We have to let it go. Which brings me to the second thing:
When we grieve the living, our greatest hope comes in surrendering them to the Father.
There’s only one person who can fix a broken soul, and he’s not of this world. But we have to allow him to do it. And the person who’s broken has to make that choice.
Tomorrow, when the temptation comes to pick the burden back up, we will have to release it again. Every day, for as long as we live.
Will it be easy? No. But there are burdens in this life we were never made to carry. Let’s give them to the Father can handle the weight.
Let’s give them to the One who bore the weight already.
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This article originally appeared at AbbyMcDonald.com.
