To think of all of the energy I have spent fighting against my suffering.
It's just exhausting.
A friend recently encouraged me to offer my suffering up to God as a sacrifice of praise. She told me when you take a moment to offer up your suffering in light of all that Jesus suffered for us, it is a speck in the bucket and you find that your heart fills with gratitude. So I've been trying that this week. As I suffer a wounded heart from a broken relationship that I can't fix, I offer it up to Jesus. I thank Him for how this small amount of suffering in my life opens my eyes to the unimaginable suffering He endured for me. Gratitude is born. He doesn't shame my sadness, He affirms it. He grieves with me and then reminds that His love is what has made the loss sting. He made us to love and be loved, and though my suffering is a drop in the bucket, He sees it, He acknowledges it and He understands my grief. As I surrender my grief I feel closer to God - like I've just confided in a trusted friend. I am given a deeper strength in my soul - I believe I am not alone. I am given a greater wisdom - I can look at His love and learn how to love others.
Not only is fighting my suffering exhausting, but I actually miss out on some of the deepest blessings. So, dear heart, I know it hurts. Surrender it to Him. His love will win.