A loved one had sent me several unfair and hurtful messages of accusation, insult, and blame. For months I felt defensive, sad, and angry.
In a desperate moment, I decided to print and place the words into a small wooden box. I set the box on our home altar, put a small candle on top, and left it there. Each time I passed our altar, I was reminded that I no longer held the hurt; the box did. I simply prayed for the messenger.
One day I noticed I was no longer paying attention to the box! I sensed that God had taken the words from the box and was holding them for me. The box and its “empty” words have now been moved to a corner of my closet, usually unseen or forgotten. Someday they may be completely gone – from our home and my heart.
When our wounds and burdens are too much for us to hold, we can give them to the One who can. The One who not only holds them but hides them. The One who not only holds us but heals us. The One who forgives and frees – both the messenger and the recipient.
(Five Minute Friday is an online writing community. Each week, we are given a one-word prompt and five minutes to write. You may find other thoughts at the link below the image.)