Last night at church, we were invited to take communion and lay down OUR burdens and pick up HIS yoke instead. The thing is, we take communion every week. I KNOW that Christ offers to take our burdens and to carry our loads. But I forget. My memory is so short and my emotions are so hay-wire. But this week, for the first time in a long time, I really DID lay those burdens down at the foot of the cross.
And the Lord reminded me in that sweet time we spent together of something really important: He is still on the throne.
When I am stressed and overwhelmed with trying to get Jayci to sleep for naps and bedtime: He is still on the throne.
When my house is a mess, and the dogs leave footprints all over the floors and across the couches: He is still on the throne.
When I am barely functioning on 3 hours of uninterrupted sleep, and can barely talk through my hoarse throat and cough: He is still on the throne.
When we don't know how we're going to raise money to live on support in difficult economic times: He is still on the throne.
When the media is shouting about how awful everything is and doom and gloom and more doom and greater gloom: He is still on the throne.
When I can't love or trust myself and I can't see past my appearance or lack-thereof: He is still on the throne.
Even when our kiddos downtown don't get enough to eat every day, when they're abused and neglected: He is still on the throne.
My heart rests secure in the knowledge that despite the troubles we WILL face in this world, Christ has overcome and reigns victorious.
Now if I can just remember to LEAVE those burdens at the foot of the cross rather than picking them right back up like I usually do . . .