My heart is heavy this week. Worry so easily becomes my occupation; a drudging job with long hours and lousy benefits. And yet I continue punching that clock, praying for others and asking God to lighten their loads, never pausing to let loose the burdens I have clutched tightly in my own weary grasp.
Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light. (Matthew 11:28-30)
This morning I somehow had the presence of mind to pause at my bedside, get down on my knees, and approach the throne of grace.
Let us therefore come boldly to the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy and find grace to help in time of need. (Hebrews 4:16)
Having done this, I felt more at peace than I had all week. I gave myself a mental pat on the back and headed off to tackle another day. What I found in my morning devotion showed me that even as I had checked a (prayer) box and moved on, God had taken my prayer, and my worries, to heart.
My prayer was not a passing moment in His busy day. It was a sweet communication on which He could act. It was an opportunity to lavish me with love. And He did.
Karen is a freelance writer and speaker. You can follow her on Twitter at @karenklasi.
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