““She glanced up but didn’t smile, realizing she’d been doing exactly that. Pining for what she couldn’t have was making her miserable. “You needs to give yo’ burden to the Lord, missy. You don’t have to carry it yo’self.” “I’m trying, honestly. But it’s so hard at times.” “I know it is, but don’t you think it was hard on God when He let His Son die for the sins of this world? Ain’t nuthin’ that’s worth anything that don’t cost us something.” She’d recently read in the New Testament about how Jesus had willingly died on the cross to set man free from the bondage of sin. She thought of Millie’s sweet baby and how hard it would be for her to sacrifice her child. Carina shook her head. It would be unbearable to watch your child suffer. How much more must it have been for God, who could have merely uttered a word or even a whisper and made all of His Son’s suffering on the cross stop. How small and petty her worries seemed in the light of Christ’s sacrifice. “Thank you, Abel. You sure are wise.””
