There was a time in my life where I avoided suffering. Ironic for someone who chose nursing as a career. I didn’t last as a hospital nurse. I made excuses for why I couldn’t go to a funeral or wake. I stopped watching the news. I became tongue tied when I did try to offer condolences or comfort a suffering friend. The thought of adding even an ounce of someone else’s burden to my own triggered in me panic and fear.
Until I tried it. A little here and there, I didn’t collapse.
I could take more weight. As I exercised my burden bearing ability, my spirit became stronger, and my own heavy load seemed lighter, so much less important. The act of sharing another person’s hardship freed me from my overwhelming fears of suffering, pain, and death.
Now, I can’t walk through life and not see burdens everywhere I go.
The traffic of my daily encounters reveal so many who suffer. Some, in silence - others publicly as the media broadcasts their pain. Whether a public figure or a neighbor you hardly know, there are burdened people who are desperate, alone, and in serious need of care.
Our individual burdens will become more bearable when we help carry another’s. We become liberated and our purpose becomes clearer. To know you have lifted the burdens of another, made the road easier, shared the pain – it eases our own.
Though the heavy laden haven’t asked for your help, I can assure you, they cry for it when they are alone. God help me. Someone help me! I can’t take it. I feel so hopeless.
People in the midst of terrible, heavy suffering hide it. They don’t want you to know they are on the verge of breaking. You have to look with your eyes but see with your heart. Don’t let them slip by.
Be a blessing. Be an angel. Let God work through you. Are you burdened? Share the weight. When a friend or an acquaintance asks, what can I do? Is there anything you need? Anything at all? Say yes, I will share my burden with you. And let the miracle of healing begin.
There will never be a shortage of suffering in this world. None of us truly know the right thing to say or do when tragedy strikes. It’s ok. Just don’t turn your back and run. Start small. Do what you can, with what you have, where you are.
Share a burden, bear a burden, find freedom. What about you? What thoughts or personal experiences come to mind? I hope you will comment…thanks.