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Little did I know that I had “baggage”. I thought I was “good”; perhaps toting around a small carry-on bag containing a few trinkets of regret, shame, embarrassment, guilt, etc. It wasn’t until recently that I realized I had considerably more than a carry-on bag. I had that, plus two of those big suitcases with the wheels and retractable handles, a garment bag, a duffle bag and a backpack. Seriously? Where did all of THIS come from?
I was simply “doing” life on my own…without help, without guidance and without purpose. I thought I was managing things in a reasonable fashion. I thought I was just like everyone else…sucking it up and moving forward. Oh, I was, alright… I had my head down and plowed through everyone and everything, ignoring what was in my heart… knowing that something of enormous proportions was missing. But what was it? What was it that I was missing on my solo flight through life? There was “something”! It seemed to be on the very edge of my heart and mind, but whatever it was, it seemed so elusive and mysterious.
I was plugging along by myself for over fifty years. I had my beloved family and friends, my dogs, my job, a few hobbies, and my life “seemed” to be okay, average, “normal”… but ALWAYS, something seemed to be missing.
As I reflect back over the last five decades, I did start out with a small carry-on bag, no doubt, but over the course of time, the rest of my baggage crept in, almost imperceivably, and the next thing I knew, I had one of those hotel-dollys stacked high with the rest of my baggage. I hunkered down behind it holding on to the cold, brass rails in a defensive lineman’s stance, with all of my weight on the balls of my feet so I could reluctantly push it. I pushed it uphill most of the way, only once in a while, when my life seemed simple, fun and carefree, did I take the opportunity to jump on the back of it while it careened downhill… going faster and faster….. Woooooooo Hoooooo! On those rare occasions, that baggage dolly would inevitably come to a crashing halt, tipping over and spilling my regret, embarrassment, shame and guilt all over the ground. I’d painstakingly gather everything back up and stuff it all neatly into my baggage, and I’d hunker down again and start pushing.
I was EXHAUSTED. This down- and uphill battle was killing me…breaking my spirit into a million pieces. How could I POSSIBLY go on any longer in this fashion? How could I even entertain getting my life “under control”? Who was going to save me and redirect my life so that I could live peacefully, joyfully and without guilt and shame?
And then it happened. That elusive and mysterious component missing in my life showed up. All I had to do was stop pushing that dolly full of my baggage, open my heart and my mind and ask for help. I knew I couldn’t do this alone any longer. I needed help, I needed rest. I needed Him. Only He could take this load off of my nearly broken back and shoulders. When He offered to take my baggage from me and told me to follow Him… I couldn’t do it fast enough! Without a moment’s hesitation, I started to transfer my baggage from that dolly to Him. Each time I ladened Him with yet another bag, He stood tall, His knees never buckeled, His stance never wavered. His pile was getting bigger and heavier by the minute and mine was getting smaller and lighter. By the time I finished, He had it all…
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He reached over and took my hand. As I stepped into His love, light and life, I never looked back. I’ll NEVER be able to thank Him for what He’s done for me.
We all have baggage…some loads are lighter than others, but we ALL have it, nonetheless. When you’ve had enough of doing this life on your own, He’s waiting for you…
God is greater than the burdens you are carrying.
Photo cred: Proverbs 31 Ministries
~Let Love Lead The Way~ TP