What does it mean to be unburdened? Is it a sign of freedom? Is a soul burdened only by itself? Or is it by the godless behavior of the body it possesses? Is it a fair question to ever ask for the end of one's life? Or to even dare take it away? It is weakness of heart and faith to let a burden ever take the joy of living.
But how does a person let go of it all; the worry, the burden, and the hurt? Pride tell shim to figure it out alone; Weakness tells her she is no good, useless for losing control. Life has a way of breaking character apart. But does breaking apart - mind and spirit - make on stronger? Does it really?
We pump our fists in the air at the sky. Continually asking questions..."God, why?" The end of our rope is only a few threads: how can that be safe? If there is no one to save us, why hold on so tight? Rocks are inevitably at the bottom. We endeavor to escape on our own, perhaps. But who is holding the rope? And who is pulling on the other end? We focus so much on holding on, but not that someone is holding onto US. The rope is not made by my hands, as the fish didn't create the hook. But if it is stuck to my flesh, IT will never let me go.
"There is no God," some say. But two words - close and close - are spelled the same, but have two very different meanings. I tell you, we are not alone.
There is one who holds my rope.
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