What Jesus Does With Our Collective Mess

I don’t know what to say to her. What are the magic words to a person’s heart?

My story is not hers–we each carry different burdens and wounds. But yet, in our pain, we are somewhat the same, aren’t we?

Isn’t pain pain? Isn’t sorrow sorrow? Isn’t fear fear? Or does one person’s burden weigh more than another’s? And, if so, does this make them more or less able to carry it?