We’ve all heard people say, “It felt like there was a weight lifted off my shoulders.” You’ve probably had that feeling yourself. I experienced it earlier this week.
I have been bearing the weight of a devastating family problem for over two months and for all that time, I have lived with a feeling of suspense, desperately wanting to know what was going to happen next; but, like everyone else, unable to see the future.
I kept thinking that I was “at the end of my rope” but hanging on. After 62 days I had begun to think I might lose my grip on that slippery rope.
The situation is in the court and I still don’t know what the end result will be, but a small change in circumstances reduced my anxiety about not knowing.
I was careful about relaxing; I was afraid that anything less than total victory would not be enough. Then the weight began to lift—or perhaps “lift” is the wrong word. It was more like I felt it begin to ease, to slide off my shoulders and out of my heart little by little.
Although a part of what I longed for and prayed for has been restored, I still find myself pushing away bitterness for what happened. However, I am still praying for acceptance of the new circumstances; and I am heartily thankful to God for the crumbs that fell from His table into the heart of my problem.
The recompense for injustice still remains in the hands of the court, but I can wait a long time for restitution if I can just feast on those small crumbs. As it happened, I didn’t have to wait on a decision to come from the court, I only had to wait for the decision to come from my Lord.
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