I am a burdenbearer. There. I admitted it.
If you come to me with your problems, I bear the emotional pain that you bear. I anguish it. I live in a small way in it, too.
I feel badly when I tell someone I don't want to (or can't) listen to their burdens. Not only do I feel badly, I feel guilty. I feel like a bad friend.
And yet, when I called her and her mom had only just died I wanted her burden of heartache to be lifted from her. I wanted her to know that her mom still loves her from her place beside the Creator. I wanted her to know that she is still loved on this side of Creation.
The burden of burdenbearing washes away and the compassion of pain stings its way into my heart.