For the Lord will comfort Zion, He will comfort all her waste places; He will make her wilderness like Eden, And her desert like the garden of the Lord; Joy and gladness will be found in it, Thanksgiving and the voice of melody.

 Isaiah 51:3 NKJV

Some people have pain everyone can see.

And then there are others, who suffer in silence. The pain they experience can go on for years; mental torment, fear, worry, nightmares. Every day they live in heartbreak and anguish.

I know what it feels like to suffer alone, unable to run away from the pain, wishing you could just be ok, seeing counselor after counselor, trying to deal with things that never seem to go away. After a while you start to wonder ifyou will ever find freedom.

I have been there. I have felt all of these things.

I have felt the sting of rejection from people that are supposed to be able to help. I have felt alone, suffering in silence because no one wanted to hear it anymore. I have felt hopeless, alone and afraid.

I questioned whether I would ever get better.

And then, Jesus.

He was not afraid of my pain. He did not run the other way when I came to Him. He did not reject me and decide He couldn’t help after all. In fact, He knew exactly what to do.

You are not too far gone. You are not alone. You no longer need to suffer in silence. There is someone who will never tire of hearing your story or wiping away your tears. He never sleeps, so you can call on Him any time, day or night. He does not want you to run away from the pain, but instead, give it to Him, He is able to bear it. He is gentle and will help you walk through it, leading you into freedom.

You do not need to stay in your pain anymore.

Today, I want you to give Jesus your pain. Hold out your hands and imagine you are holding every hurt, wound and bruise, everything that has caused you anguish of soul. Now lift it up to him, turn your hands over and shake them out. Drop that pain you are holding into God’s hands.

 It’s time to let the restoration begin.

Prayer

Lord, I don’t want this pain, anguish and mental torment anymore. I release it to you, Father. I pray that you would heal my heart, heal my mind, and rid me of this pain. Help me to see that there is hope for me in you, to walk out of this pain and into the joy of the Lord. Jesus, make yourself real to me. Help me to find comfort in you. In Jesus name, Amen.

Give Him the pain, Taken from the book, Lord, I’m Broken by Carolyn Rice 

Copyright Carolyn Rice 2016