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Brokenhearted
The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he hath anointed me to preach the gospel to the poor; he hath sent me to heal the broken- hearted, to preach deliverance to the captives, and recovering of sight to the blind, to set at liberty them that are bruised, - Luke 4:18
Ricky felt so heavy inside. He sat slumped on the stairs s he watched Uncle Bob and Mother carry the furniture from the house. So much had happened lately. His dad had moved out and filed for a divorce. Now he and his mother were moving to a smaller, cheaper house. Ricky had cried and begged and raged, but nothing had changed--except him. He felt hard and bitter. He didn't even try to pray anymore. :God doesn't care, or He wouldn't have let this happen. So why bother talking to him?" Ricky told himself. But he did feel terribly lonely. Not only did he miss his father, he missed his heavenly Father, too.
Mother patted Ricky's shoulder and smiled as she and Uncle Bob came up the stairs. "She can't be hurting like I am, or she couldn't smile." Ricky thought angrily. "Maybe it's her fault. Maybe she asked him to leave."
"Please help us with this heavy dresser," Mother called.
Scowling and grumbling, Ricky went to help. As he stooped over to lift his end, Uncle Bob exclaimed, "No, no! That's not the way to lift it, Ricky. You'll hurt your back that way. Watch me, and do it this way. Lift your load with your knees, not your back."
Mother sighed deeply. "You know, that's what I've been doing, Bob."
"God," said Uncle Bob, smiling. "You don't need a backache on top of your heartache."
"I'm not talking about lifting furniture," said Mother. "I'm talking about my heavy heart. I've been lifting it to God on my knees in prayer. It's the only way I can keep going. I've found it's not the load that can hurt you, it's how you carry it. I don't want to get bitter. I want to keep smiling and trusting God."
"How about you, Ricky?" asked Uncle Bob. "How have you been carrying your heartache? You need to lift that load with your knees, too. Let your Heavenly Father help you carry it."
Tears blinded Ricky, but he smiled. "I will, Uncle Bob." Then he bent his knees and lifted his end of the dresser.
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Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need. - Hebrews 4:16
The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he hath anointed me to preach the gospel to the poor; he hath sent me to heal the broken- hearted, to preach deliverance to the captives, and recovering of sight to the blind, to set at liberty them that are bruised, - Luke 4:18
Ricky felt so heavy inside. He sat slumped on the stairs s he watched Uncle Bob and Mother carry the furniture from the house. So much had happened lately. His dad had moved out and filed for a divorce. Now he and his mother were moving to a smaller, cheaper house. Ricky had cried and begged and raged, but nothing had changed--except him. He felt hard and bitter. He didn't even try to pray anymore. :God doesn't care, or He wouldn't have let this happen. So why bother talking to him?" Ricky told himself. But he did feel terribly lonely. Not only did he miss his father, he missed his heavenly Father, too.
Mother patted Ricky's shoulder and smiled as she and Uncle Bob came up the stairs. "She can't be hurting like I am, or she couldn't smile." Ricky thought angrily. "Maybe it's her fault. Maybe she asked him to leave."
"Please help us with this heavy dresser," Mother called.
Scowling and grumbling, Ricky went to help. As he stooped over to lift his end, Uncle Bob exclaimed, "No, no! That's not the way to lift it, Ricky. You'll hurt your back that way. Watch me, and do it this way. Lift your load with your knees, not your back."
Mother sighed deeply. "You know, that's what I've been doing, Bob."
"God," said Uncle Bob, smiling. "You don't need a backache on top of your heartache."
"I'm not talking about lifting furniture," said Mother. "I'm talking about my heavy heart. I've been lifting it to God on my knees in prayer. It's the only way I can keep going. I've found it's not the load that can hurt you, it's how you carry it. I don't want to get bitter. I want to keep smiling and trusting God."
"How about you, Ricky?" asked Uncle Bob. "How have you been carrying your heartache? You need to lift that load with your knees, too. Let your Heavenly Father help you carry it."
Tears blinded Ricky, but he smiled. "I will, Uncle Bob." Then he bent his knees and lifted his end of the dresser.
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Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need. - Hebrews 4:16
