He Will Make Your Burdens Light
Do you ever have moments in life where you know that the specific trials you are experiencing are trying to teach you something?
I have that all the time. In the last few years, we've blown out a tire on our car at least 5 times. Each time it's been very tragic and consists of a day devoted to stress, anxiety and worry. Will the spare tire be sufficient? Where will we get money to buy a new tire? When will we find the time? How else can this car make us suffer?
And other very dramatic things like that.
So far we've learned that we need to take better care of the car. We need to be mindful of how we drive the car and we also need to have an emergency fund for repairs and other maintenance expenses. Regardless of what we learn during the experience, it's always a very stressful one. Last time I cried. The time before that my husband and I fought over the phone for hours. We've had jacks break, fingers crushed and frankly . . . curses shouted in the past.
Today I woke up to a text message from my husband:
I wasn't sure why, but mentioning his need for my faith calmed me. I wasn't worried about the stupid tire, I was worried that my husband would have a bad day at work worrying about the tire himself. The normal routine when a tire blows is to alert my husbands parents, who have in the past always been willing to bail us out of these emergencies. I didn't even think to call them. Instead I felt impressed to check our bank account. Ah, there it was. Rent, Insurance and a number of other bills staring back at me, but all I honestly saw was enough money to secure a full months rent . . . plus a full ten percent tithing, something that I sadly and honestly admit, we've not been able to pay lately.
After telling my husband we had enough for rent and tithing (not a new tire) the stress seemed to melt away. We agreed that we would pay tithing and let God help us with the rest. I made phone calls and we were able to push some bills back, reschedule some errands that we needed to do later this afternoon . . . all without ever needing the help of his parents who happened to call anyways just to say hello. They offered help if we couldn't get out of it, and I was happy to say, "No, I think we'll be just fine."
Daily Gratitudes:
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I have that all the time. In the last few years, we've blown out a tire on our car at least 5 times. Each time it's been very tragic and consists of a day devoted to stress, anxiety and worry. Will the spare tire be sufficient? Where will we get money to buy a new tire? When will we find the time? How else can this car make us suffer?
And other very dramatic things like that.
So far we've learned that we need to take better care of the car. We need to be mindful of how we drive the car and we also need to have an emergency fund for repairs and other maintenance expenses. Regardless of what we learn during the experience, it's always a very stressful one. Last time I cried. The time before that my husband and I fought over the phone for hours. We've had jacks break, fingers crushed and frankly . . . curses shouted in the past.
Today I woke up to a text message from my husband:
I need your strength and faith today. The back tire blew out.
I wasn't sure why, but mentioning his need for my faith calmed me. I wasn't worried about the stupid tire, I was worried that my husband would have a bad day at work worrying about the tire himself. The normal routine when a tire blows is to alert my husbands parents, who have in the past always been willing to bail us out of these emergencies. I didn't even think to call them. Instead I felt impressed to check our bank account. Ah, there it was. Rent, Insurance and a number of other bills staring back at me, but all I honestly saw was enough money to secure a full months rent . . . plus a full ten percent tithing, something that I sadly and honestly admit, we've not been able to pay lately.
Bring ye all the tithes into the storehouse, that there may be meat in mine house, and prove me now herewith, saith the Lord of hosts, if I will not open you the windows of heaven, and pour you out a blessing, that there shall not be room enough to receive it. (Malachi 3:10)
After telling my husband we had enough for rent and tithing (not a new tire) the stress seemed to melt away. We agreed that we would pay tithing and let God help us with the rest. I made phone calls and we were able to push some bills back, reschedule some errands that we needed to do later this afternoon . . . all without ever needing the help of his parents who happened to call anyways just to say hello. They offered help if we couldn't get out of it, and I was happy to say, "No, I think we'll be just fine."
Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. (Matthew 11:28)
Yea, the Lord did strengthen them that they could bear up their burdens with ease, and they did submit cheerfully and with patience to all the will of the Lord. (Mosiah 24:15)
Daily Gratitudes:
- The law of tithing, and my sudden ability to pay it.
- Customer service agents who are kind and understanding.
- A husband who knows how to change a tire (cause I barely know how to fill the gas tank).
- Friends and family who are always there for us.
- A God who makes my burdens light.
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