I am an over-packer. Yes, I admit it. Those who have traveled with me can testify that, I like options, and I bring things I may or may not need. And things others may or may not need. Being prepared isn’t a characteristic of mine in some areas of my life, but when I travel, I am definitely prepared for anything.
Cool weather, bad weather, hot weather. Flossing options. Do I want wax string in cinnamon or mint? Do I want the plastic toothpicks with the brushes, or the ones with the horseshoe and string? Do I want a 2-piece bikini, or a full piece? Do I want a pink, green or yellow highlighter for my Bible? Do I want to wear my dark or light tan sandals? And which hat fits my mood today? If I have room in my suitcase, I’ll cram it all in. I have a 50 pound weight limit and I’m going to use nearly all of it. This is me.
It’s a funny story. I can laugh about it because honestly, it’s ridiculous. And not that big of a deal, really. No one has to deal with my stuff, other than myself. Unless you’re my husband, who is so gracious when carrying my pillow and flowery bag through the airport when I’m struggling with my overpacked carryon and purse. Once I get to where I’m going, it feels good knowing that I don’t have to stress about the small things…like which pair of earrings I want to wear with my dress at dinner on the beach. I could take one pair for the whole week, and no one would ever care, or notice. But I take 20!
This morning, I was searching for a bible verse that would be perfect for my Dad’s headstone. I’m ordering it today. I’ve prolonged it enough that, it’s time. I have to move forward with this, and I know that when it’s finally placed, the process of his memorial will be finished. Closing this door is necessary.
After much prayer, God lead me to 1 John 4:16 –
“And we have known and believed the love that God hath to us. God is love; and he that dwelleth in love dwelleth in God, and God in him.”
It made me think of my baggage. Not my travel bags, but the soul baggage I’ve accumulated over my nearly 47 years. All my baggage, all my pain, and struggles. All my bad choices and disobedience. All my non-glorifying words and actions. The extras and overkills. The times of shame and guilt, and “I wish I wouldn’t have said and done that”. The times of regret and anger. The harboring of unforgivness and bitterness. Wasted moments on thoughts that don’t matter, and thoughts that led to more thoughts that don’t matter. We have so much baggage that, the weight of it all we could never carry. Spiritual heaviness that weighs on our hearts. It’s way past the 50 pound limit.
I am thankful today that I get to praise and worship a god that carries the weight of all my “stuff”. The one true God! Who would carry me through any circumstance or any situation. Why? Because He loves me. The love of Jesus is stronger than anything we could ever give, or throw, at Him. Praise God! He is good!!
“The Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in him, and he helps me. My heart leaps for joy, and with my song I praise him.” Psalm 28:7