This week, I just gave up on one of the things that have been weighing me down. I was all out of hope and expectation and couldn't even drum up the desire to see it through.
I was chatting on the phone with my sister and she asked about it. I told her I didn't have the strength to pray about it anymore.
"We'll pray it through for you," she said, "we'll carry you. It's okay."
So I just left it.
And I don't think I've ever felt that way about anything. I don't run out of words very often, and I love to talk things over with God. But I didn't have any oomph left.
And you know what? The next day, something changed in that situation.
And the next day, more change.
My sister is praying.
She's right in here with me, bearing that burden. From a thousand miles away, she's lugging it to God.
Like Mary lugged the hope of all the world to Bethlehem to be born.
The rest of the world just waited. Longed for the Messiah, for redemption and new birth. Ached in the silence. Chafed under slavery and illness and misery.
But Mary left her home and carried that belly full of promise to Bethlehem.
Oh my friends, I wish you all a sister, a friend, a Mary, who will carry hope for you when you can't carry it alone any longer.
Merry Christmas.
xo.
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