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I Give Up This Yoke


Surrender.  White flag.  Arms up.  "I give," I want to yell.  I'm so frustrated.   The churning in my heart and my stomach is threatening to go volcanic on me.  I'm mad.  I'm angry.  My Heart's Cry is not pretty or peaceful...it is raging.

Why can't we get on the same page?  Why does one of us pull one direction while the other goes another?  Can't we just work together?  I'm sick of pulling or at least feeling like I'm pulling alone?  Should I be?  Am I just being selfish?

What is the point of trying to go one direction if everything and everyone seems intent on going the other?  What would happen if I just surrender?  What don't I trust?  Who don't I trust in?  How can I be so connected and yet so torn apart?   Why do I think that I have to be the one to pull?  
Who am I pulling for? To? With? Toward?

 
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I'm trying to carry a burden that is not mine to bear.  Then gripe because I can't do it.  

The yoke given me by my God to bear and the burden that I'm called to carry is the only one I need to get under.  

How do I not carry what others need to be and carry what I am called to carry?  The direction is not mine to decipher.  

So I'm shrugging out of my self-imposed and self centered yoke of arrogance and self-initiated responsibility.   I'm picking up the one that God has given me to bear and it fits just right!

 
For my yoke is easy and my burden is light." Matthew 11:30.

 He has shown you, O mortal, what is good.
   And what does the LORD require of you?
To act justly and to love mercy
   and to walk humbly with your God. Micah 6:8

In fact, this is love for God: to keep his commands. And his commands are not burdensome,  1 John 5:3

I can do all this through him who gives me strength. Philippians 4:13

Now then, why do you try to test God by putting on the necks of the disciples a yoke that neither we nor our fathers have been able to bear? Acts 15:10

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