There is something in our DNA that requires sharing important news. It manifests itself in an almost physical need to expel words. For me, my go-to person is different depending on the information I can't live without sharing. And if I am not able to share, I feel as though I might literally explode. Good news or bad, we MUST tell. This is why the clerk at Safeway was the first to know of my first pregnancy. We just can't keep certain thing to ourselves.I was humbled by hymn I Must Tell Jesus this week as I thought about how different my outlook would be if Jesus alone was my go-to person. Would the good news seem better? Would the bad news seem less horrible? I think so.
I must tell Jesus all of my trials;
I cannot bear these burdens alone;
In my distress He kindly will help me;
He ever loves and cares for His own.
I must tell Jesus! I must tell Jesus!
I cannot bear my burdens alone;
I must tell Jesus! I must tell Jesus!
Jesus can help me, Jesus alone.
I must tell Jesus all of my troubles;
He is a kind, compassionate Friend;
If I but ask Him, He will deliver,
And in my griefs with me He will blend.
Tempted and tried I need a great Savior,
One who can help my burdens to bear;
I must tell Jesus, I must tell Jesus;
He all my cares and sorrows will share,
O how the world to evil allures me!
O how my heart is tempted to sin!
I must tell Jesus; He will enable
Over the world the vic'try to win!
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