There was a sweet moment today on the way home from my counseling session where I realized that in the Gospels, Jesus isn't speaking to this situation or that predicament, although her certainly does that.  What he's speaking to is you... me.  It's the person of Jesus, telling us that he knows we need him... that he came for us.  That he willingly gives us himself and takes on our pain... and our sin... in exchange.

Because there are things that I can't do, situations I can't deal with, people I can't control, stuff/things/feelings I have to let go of.  And to that he says:  I. came. for. you. ...and for that.

On my own, I will always say the wrong thing, or act rightly and then somehow feel guilty for it, or enable, or try to control, or react in anger, or allow bitterness to grow in my heart, or stuff feelings and then let them boil over much later... 

It's only out of a heart that's secure in Christ that I'm able to operate in love and wisdom and functionality with those around me. 

I am so thankful when he draws me to himself to remind me of this... I am so ready for this to become the new norm.