A burdened heart is a poison to our souls. Similar to a toxic chemical, it affects our system in whole.
I remembered, one night, having a dinner with my family. My mother was in distress, we can see it visibly.
"Mama, are you not feeling well?" My brother asked.
"I'm good." She replied.
We finished eating, I washed the dishes with a little singing. Then a loud shout fills the house. I rapidly went upstairs as I wipe my hands with my blouse.
There, I saw my mother on the floor with a bleeding wrist. We hurriedly bring her to the hospital, begging for the doctor's assist.
The hours passed by, but not my mother. We're glad she made it through the emergency, but maybe not with what she suffered.
Burdened heart is a wounded soul, the only doctor that can heal is our Father above these all.
