Friend Charlotte recently recommended Traveling Light, an "old" (2001) Lucado book. She knew I was knee- deep in lesson prep on three of the Psalms, one of which is Psalm 23.
As I often do with a new work of non-fiction, I read the conclusion or author's notes first. (I could blog for a week on those gems.) Then, I scan the table of contents and often turn right to a chapter.....one I "need," one I am "drawn to" or one that just "catches my eye." This perusal was no different, though eventually I got around to reading chapter one which offered this wisdom.
Hubby and I have different traveling styles. When we physically travel, especially by air, he packs lots of bags---at least in the days of "free" checked bags. He also is more likely to pack last minute. I, on the other hand, decide my "light" wardrobe, make a packing list and check off items as I put them in the suitcase. Of course, if I'm missing something, I've learned that he probably has it stuffed somewhere in his bag.
With hubby as a travel companion, I can leave my luggage unattended, knowing that he won't fill it with an explosive, as the airport seems to constantly announce. He pulls my rollerboard, when I tire out. He stows my carry-on in those overhead bins so that they don't shift during the flight and fall out injuring me or others. At baggage claim he's good at identifying my bag and grabbing it off the carousel. Even with his bags, he almost always ends up carrying LOTS of my baggage.
But......when it comes to emotional baggage, he travels light whereas my mind is too often filled to capacity. This baggage can't be carried by hubby-----or others, it's all mine. I need to put it down, setting it at the foot of the cross and allowing the Lord to lay claim to it on my behalf.
As Lucado put it....."the bags we gather are not made of leather; they're made of burdens. The suitcase of guilt. The trunk of discontent. A backpack of anxiety and a hanging bag of grief. Add on a briefcase of perfectionism, an overnight bag of loneliness and a duffel bag of fear. No wonder we're so tired at the end of the day."
What's your chapter of choice? There's "Readabili-TEA" at its best in each one.
As I often do with a new work of non-fiction, I read the conclusion or author's notes first. (I could blog for a week on those gems.) Then, I scan the table of contents and often turn right to a chapter.....one I "need," one I am "drawn to" or one that just "catches my eye." This perusal was no different, though eventually I got around to reading chapter one which offered this wisdom.
- For the sake of those you love, travel light.
- For the sake of the God you love, travel light.
- For the sake of your own joy, travel light.
Hubby and I have different traveling styles. When we physically travel, especially by air, he packs lots of bags---at least in the days of "free" checked bags. He also is more likely to pack last minute. I, on the other hand, decide my "light" wardrobe, make a packing list and check off items as I put them in the suitcase. Of course, if I'm missing something, I've learned that he probably has it stuffed somewhere in his bag.
With hubby as a travel companion, I can leave my luggage unattended, knowing that he won't fill it with an explosive, as the airport seems to constantly announce. He pulls my rollerboard, when I tire out. He stows my carry-on in those overhead bins so that they don't shift during the flight and fall out injuring me or others. At baggage claim he's good at identifying my bag and grabbing it off the carousel. Even with his bags, he almost always ends up carrying LOTS of my baggage.
But......when it comes to emotional baggage, he travels light whereas my mind is too often filled to capacity. This baggage can't be carried by hubby-----or others, it's all mine. I need to put it down, setting it at the foot of the cross and allowing the Lord to lay claim to it on my behalf.
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| The sub-title says it all. Releasing the Burdens You were Never Meant to Bear. The Promise of Psalm 23. |
What's your chapter of choice? There's "Readabili-TEA" at its best in each one.
