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Yoked to Jesus

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“Come to me, all you who labor and are burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me; for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden light.” †  Mathew 11: 28-30  What is the labour and burden that Jesus is asking me to deal with? Perhaps I have to let go of the compulsive burden (or is it a sort of entitlement?) that my spouse and children should choose a spiritual path that I know to be right. Jesus accompanied Judas Iscariot to the very end but never deprived him of his freedom to choose his own destiny. Jesus on the other hand, uninterrupted by Judas's choice to reject him, continues to accomplish his mission. He does become a victim of Judas's betrayal but he seldom takes on the victim's identity. In divine wisdom, Jesus chooses to die in our place (and that of Judas) in a redeeming act of love. Rather than being compelled to fix those whom God has entrusted to my headship by m
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The winter is past, the rains are gone

Do I have love enough within to love You to my hearts fill? Like a well with water almost dried up, I feel so barren. How will I give to those who come to draw from me water for a drink? My kneeling and praying does not fill me much. The words I speak to you has no resonance. My sins weigh me down. Handles and hooks that lead me to wretchedness surface everywhere I lay down to rest. I feel them to be more real than you Lord, though I know they are like mirage that actually not there. Help my week vigour and zeal. My bones so frail they cant help me stand and hope, I stumble and sway off to fall. I need a helping hand, would you reach out my lovely one? I know you are near. Your hands surround me, holding me tight, wiping my tears dry, helping my bones to walk again. Inside of me a voice rise, I love you, I really love you. Restore me beloved, my soul forlorn. I hear my love, see how he comes leaping on the mountains, bounding over the hills, My love is like a gazelle, like a you
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