The Lord’s hand “heavy upon me” day and night is a blessing and not a
curse for we are more adept at self-deceit than we care to admit. It is a sad
truth that our strength to bear our sin silently often has to be dried up as by
the heat of summer as the body of our reasonable rationalizations has to waste away until
someone hears (or sees) our day and night groaning and invites us to “fess up.”
When we finally give voice to the inner monologue and
truthfully tell another the burdens we bear silently the “happy are those” is experienced
like a breath of fresh air in the stale rooms of our lives. It would be nice if
“I will confess my transgressions to the Lord” could happen without a third
party but silent confession is still… well, silent. So find someone you trust
and spill your guts because silence is never golden when it comes to what’s
good for the soul.
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