Come, the Table is Set for You

Come, the table is set for you.

I know you wish someone could feel the depth of your pain. Truly understand it. Take on the full weight of it. Swallow it down whole.

I see you. I hear what you don’t say. The questions you’re afraid to ask, because you fear asking will unravel what bare thread of faith you have left.

I feel your ache for things to go back to the way they were before. The grief reminds you of every road now closed for what seems like forever.

I know you feel marked by all you’ve endured. Scarred beyond recognition. Who is that one in your mirror now? Why are her eyes so heavy?

“I can’t go back,” you say. “I am not the same.”

Will you come?

I understand that sometimes those who were meant to care for you the most and best, don’t. But I do. You will exhaust yourself trying so hard to get people to understand what you’re going through. Your focus will narrow in on the person or group of people, rather than Me. The motivation will shift to get them to understand, rather than for you to heal. Release and forgive them. Set your focus on Me.

Isn’t that what you want?? For someone to take this cup of suffering with you and taste the bitterness?? To swallow it down whole??

I am the only One who can. For I drank of the cup from my Father’s hand before you. I was broken for you. I bore within my own body, soul, and spirit, your every suffering. I bear the full weight of it with you, even now.