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Too Much



Dear Reader,

So often, I have felt this way: that I simply cannot make it. The burdens have grown too heavy. The pain is too great. The disappointment too crushing. It seems like every morning I take some time to feel very sorry for myself. No. I simply do not have the strength for anything. Perhaps staying in bed would be a good idea.
But then, I remember. He has reminded me many times. "Give each load you carry to Me. Put it in a basket and float it on the Nile. Bring it to the strong tower. It will be safe with Me. Place it on the Rock which cannot move. Lay your burdens at the foot of the cross. Lay them in My arms."
Yes, Lord. I will.
"Good."
And then another whisper: "Just one day, child. Just one step at a time."
Yes, Lord, I can do that with You at my side, holding my hand. But Lord, what about tommorow?
"Don't worry, child. We will do this again each morning. And you will make it. One day at a time."

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Matthew 11:28. "Then Jesus said, 'Come to Me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest.'" (NLT)

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Have you given all your burdens to Jesus? He cares for you. 

***

With Love from
Alison/Mom
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  1. IngeMarch 25, 2025 at 6:44 AM

    I’m an avid follower of Alison’s Blog, each and every one of them strengthens me and is such a blessing to read. Never stop Alison, when burdens come knocking just remember CHRIST is always there. We might not know what comes tomorrow but we can be assured GOD is always there with us. Much Love

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  2. AlisonMarch 25, 2025 at 10:14 AM

    Thanks so much Inge. You are an encouragement and blessing. Thanks for the wise advice and for loving the blog.😊🙏❤️🌹😺

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