Second Time Around

It's been so long since I've taken the time to write. Honestly, writing requires a measure of vulnerability that I just couldn't handle til now. Saying that, even now, causes me to backspace a little. I mean, really, am I willing to come clean? Am I willing to pour out some of those dark places here? Yes, I am.

I always have assumed that we all come with "baggage", never stopping to consider the possibility of not only unloading that baggage, but of getting rid of the bags forever! Why...why would anyone carry around such heavy, bulky, cumbersome luggage? Why have I been carrying this stuff around with me everywhere I go? My bags aren't the designer Luis Vuitton, Gucci, Coach types. Mine are more costly! Instead of costing me a few hundred dollars, they've cost me my sleep, my peace, my joy, my hope. Here are the labels on my bags: Molested, Neglected, Just Not Good Enough, Abandoned, Falling Short...again, Broke... I just can't carry this crap around anymore. It's time to unload the baggage and then set it on fire.

I've blamed so many people for this baggage I carry. As a matter of fact, I've had to add a couple of other bags around my neck just to catch the overflow of paralyzing emotion produced by the stuff in those other bags. These bags,the ones around my neck,are hideous. They are Bitterness and Grudges! You've probably seen them before; bags don't get much uglier and cumbersome than those! So, where do I unload Molseted, Neglected, Just Not Good Enough, Abandoned, Falling Short...again, Broke, Bitterness and Grudges? I will unload them at the foot of the cross.

I'm already feeling lighter!Thank you Jesus!