Faith leads us to the Burden Breaker

Monday Message

Have you ever been so burdened by life that you wished you could just float away from it all?
 
Thanks for joining us for Monday’s Message. Abigail gets incredibly vulnerable with today’s poem; and yet, her words lead her back to the burden breaker.
 
A heaviness falls upon me
Like a weighted blanket
That I cannot shake
Because I cannot name
This yoke
That I cannot break
 
This burden weighs
And it stays
Right here
Constantly in place
Like the sound of the train
Right out your window
That noise you get used to
 
But then one day you become aware
Of the burdens you left bare
Out in the open
With no room
So they float
And they haunt
And they loom
 
Over your head
As you lay in your bed
You pray
and you cry out
What is this yoke?
What is this barrier?
Lord, please carry her
Away from my heart
Away from my home
All I want to do is float
Into your freedom
With a faith that only You could believe in
The healing of my bones
My body as it groans
And cries out
 
Lord, i’m praying
But i’m not seeing
Lord, im aware
But i’m not feeling
 
My mind cannot be still
By body stuck in a loop
Like the knobs on a reel
 
Is this real?
 
Why can’t I feel
The power of Your presence
and Your peace that transcends this
Momentary affliction
 
Lord, please lift this
 
What is this derision?
 
and then You show me my yoke
As You walk next to me
Removing it from the sinews of bones
 
and I let go
 
But as we get to the end
Of each burden that You lift
The last of them is this
 
A small mustard seed
Planted beneath mighty trees
It’s roots are growing
But not yet deep
It’s leaves are blowing
But the branches are weak
and You gently remind me
That faith is all that I need
 
To stand firm
and root deep
and let You, Lord, be the wind that blows my leaves
Be the mighty trunk that puts me at ease
Be the Vine that caresses me
As my branches lift
My mind begins to shift
 
and You whisper
Daughter, remember this
You are here
and  I am Home
The only place you’ll ever need to go
Where the waters run
and the trees grow
For you are loved
and you are known
Your freedom is found
In faith that realizes
You are never alone

Abigail Rice