SHE finally unpacks her bag
Traveling is my anti-drug. I love it. I very rarely say ‘no’ to an opportunity to visit a new place or even a familiar one with friends or family. Through the years, I believe that I’ve perfected the art of packing for trips. Years ago, I was the person who packed a full-sized check-in bag for a 3-day weekend…I mean heaven forbid my plans changed and I don’t have a plan B or C stiletto!
While I felt better that I had half of my closet in tow just in case, the worst part was lugging all of my unworn clothes and shoes back up the stairs to whatever top floor apartment I always lived in. Soon after arriving in my apartment, I would neatly place my luggage to the side where it would sit for the next week...or longer.
I hated unpacking my bags. The pain of having to re-hang clothes or try to re-stack my shoes on top of each other in an organized pyramid was always the last thing I wanted to do any day of the week. It took years to realize that I could avoid all of that unnecessary and painstaking task if I were more discerning about the things I allowed to go into my bag.
Over the last 3 years or so, I have had to unpack a rather large suitcase of unnecessary baggage. As the Lord and I sort through it, He has very lovingly showed me how I have been carrying around jealousy, painful feelings of rejection, and life-altering lies this whole time. These items have weighed so heavily on my back that it had disfigured the way I looked at myself and also perceived the intentions of others.
I traveled through different stages of my life feeling so burdened by different circumstances. I sought relief through validation from men I was interested in, affirming words from people I idolized, and the status of temporary pedestals I or other people had placed me on.
However, whenever I came home to the quietness of my thoughts and self-reflections, I couldn’t avoid the large luggage sitting like an elephant in the darkest corners of my room. I didn’t want to unpack it, because I didn’t want to face the reality that I had been carrying around a lot of things that I never needed:
Justification through a relationship.
The opinions from those that didn’t have my best interest at heart.
“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”
All this time, I had neglected the light bag that God had packed for me long before I had even knew the plans He had for me. It was packed with a passport to Heaven, an I.D. card issued by His grace, and of course some high heels made just for me because He knows the desires of my heart.
But in all seriousness, I would be lying if I said that I always travelled through life with His bag...sometimes when life gets rough, I find myself halfway down the wrong path wondering why my back hurts. So as I step out onto the different roads I face, I try to make a little extra time now to make sure I have offloaded the weight of my past, so I can walk through life a little lighter.
What kind of baggage are you carrying around?
How would you live your life differently if you walked around with a lighter bag?