August 9, 2009
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My Wagon
Someone told me this story:
I am walking up a hill with my wagon and in the wagon are bricks of all my worries bit along the way I start picking up others bricks taking on their worries and I allow others to put their bricks in my wagon as well. I could not pull my wagon anymore—-I ask God why I could not make it to the top of the hill. He reminded me that if I did not take on others worries than I could make it. I need to take their bricks out of my wagon to make it lighter.
I have decided I no longer can be concern with people who want me as a casual friend. Someone who is always here when they need me but will in a instant run in someone better comes along and wants to spend time with them.Just because I might not say anything does not mean I am not hurting. I am deeply.
If you are treating someone this way please understand you are hurting them and you might not know it.
Comments (3)
I totally understand what you’re saying, Trina. I’m continuing to pray for you. Those kinds of people are not true friends. I’m praying a true friend comes your way and that God will make it clear to you who it is, and take away and apprehension you have about it. I know you’re hurting. God can take away that pain, too. I know….
He is your best friend…. Love you! 
Thats a good story.
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Very good post, thanks for reminding us of what we do to ourselves and to others! Hope you enjoy the weekend!
God bless~