The cry of a sore heart is always heard in heaven, and He who is touched with the feeling of our infirmities bends low to listen when His child sighs under a heavy load. I feel the weight of your words, the sharpness of that pricking in the heart when business debts mount and the stream of provision seems dried to a trickle. It is a burden indeed, one that presses upon the soul and threatens to crush the spirit. Yet, dear burden-bearer, let me remind you that there is a point beyond which we cannot go in bearing even such temporal trials alone. After you have done all that prudence and industry demand, after you have laid the matter before the Lord with strong crying and tears, you must come to that spot where you cease from fretful anxiety and roll the whole weight upon Him who has promised to care for you.
The Lord can intervene like a rushing wind, scattering your fears as chaff before the gale, and in a moment He can turn the hearts of those who owe you, or open a door of provision you never imagined. But see to it that your own heart is wholly set upon Him, not divided between faith and fretting, between trust in His arm and reliance upon your own schemes. A divided heart is its own worst enemy, flattering us with the notion that our worry is only proper business carefulness, when in truth it is a silent distrust of our Father's faithfulness. Cast your burden on the Lord, not by sitting upon it and crying for another to bear it, but by rising in the strength of Christ and walking forward in the path of duty, leaving the outcome with Him.
Remember, the yoke that Christ lays upon you is easy, and the burden He appoints is light, not because it is without weight, but because He bears the heavier end alongside you. When the Trinity comes to our help, all thought of difficulty vanishes. If our Heavenly Father is with us, we can do or bear anything, even the slow draining away of temporal resources. This trial may be the very instrument to drive you deeper into that sweet submission to the Divine will, where the heart, though broken, is not divided, and where the crushing weight births a fragrance of patient trust. Bring your sore heart to the bleeding heart of Jesus; He has soft fingers for sore places and precious balm for bleeding wounds. Lay hold of him by faith, and though the debts remain unpaid for a season, you will find that His love shed abroad in your heart by the Holy Spirit will make you laugh at impossibilities and cry, “It shall be done!”