Come unto me . . .

Last night, as I lay weeping, it all came to me with the sharpness of a rebuke. Why should I weep and repine? Why should I bear this trouble as if it were my trouble alone? Have I not been expressly commanded not to do so? . . . 'Come unto me, all ye heavy laden,' and little by little everything grew clear. I had no right to agonize thus over Lilibeth and Eddie - it was distrusting Christ. It was as if I were bent double with some heavy load and a stronger offered to carry it , saying, 'It is really my load - give it to me!' yet I would still persist in clinging to the dreadful weight, staggering and groaning at every step, yet blaming that other even while refusing to yield the burden; and I said, 'Forgive me, Lord! Lilibeth and Eddie were yours before they were mine, and you love them. I give them to you to carry and to save. I will do my human best, and I will trust your heavenly wisdom and await your time. I have brought my burden - give me your comfort!' . . . I know that my Lord is carrying my burden, that I may rest in His peace. Lilibeth and Eddie are His, and He is 'mighty to save.' "

From the book Wrestler of Philippi by Fannie E. Newberry (1896)

Again, I find myself ministered to by other's words who can express so much better what I am going through right now.