Last Saturday, I threw out my back. Putting on a pair of jeans.
I am 87 years old.
The past few days I have been hobbling to class, grimacing when I stand up, and trying to get Kalyn to do things for me, like plug in my computer or give me her candy.
Having a hurt back is like walking around with a big burden. It makes it difficult to do things, and messes everything up.
The truth is, while they might not be physical, a lot of us walk around with burdens on our backs.
Burdens like worry, unforgiveness, broken hearts, depression, and solemnity.
These things cripple us. They make us hobble and limp, and prevent us from running and dancing and spinning.
If you are carrying around a burden, do you know that God wants you to be free of it?
It is not your “cross to bear.” It is not “you.”
It is meant to be lifted, to be thrown off.
It is meant to be left in the empty tomb with your bloody grave clothes, and you are meant to be dancing at your wedding party in a spotless white dress.