by Marcie Bridges, @Marcie_Bridges
1 Peter 5:7*
And this is the heart of it. Too many are never aware that they don’t even return at all. This giver of heart and soul finally sees it: there are few others in this world like her.
There was a man who stopped and helped another man who had been robbed, beaten, and left for dead. He didn’t have to do it. In fact, two other men had passed right by him shying away—too scared to get involved. However, this man, with no thought for his own safety or for himself at all, wrapped love around the torn up body. He took this man to the nearest inn and paid for his shelter, food, and care. This man was willing to be Jesus with skin on to a stranger.**
Another man gave the ultimate gift. His broken body and shed blood made a way for our redemption.
Letting our worries and fears break open, spilling out and running in rivulet’s down our days and weeks when we could let Jesus be a gift to us. He longs to be. He holds out His arms waiting for us to fall into them but instead we back away afraid. Afraid He won’t be enough to take care of whatever is shattering our world that day.
Telling me you’re okay
Not letting me inside your pain
Because I already have
Too much on my plate.
You think by not sharing your hurt
You’re doing me a favor
No matter how loud I shout
You will not hear me out.
I want, no, long to hear it all
Every scribble of ugly thought
Each piercing wail you scream
I wish you’d pour out on me.
“That’s what I’m here for,” I say.
You nod your head like
You know it but you aren’t swayed
And you tuck your head
My own heart quietly breaks
Like the day I died centuries ago
When I bore your every load
How can you accept my gift so free
Then never turn to me
In your hour of need?
I’m great at reading between the lines
Seeing the mask of your lies
When will you take time to realize
Nothing ever takes me by surprise?
Just one final word for you dear friend
I’m with you ‘til the very end
Many people will come and go
But you can trust me to walk with you
And shoulder your every heavy load
If you’ll let me.
~Marcell Warner Bridges
©22, February 2017
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But we can’t be the gift unless you let us in. Neither beloved, can Jesus gift you with His peace, unless you let Him in.