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Baggage Claim



A few weeks ago, my flight from New York City to New Orleans was delayed. To make up for it, my airline offered me free baggage check and allowed me to alter the days of my trip for free. I got to thinking (as usual), what am I gonna bring home with me this time? 7 days is quite the stay and I'm traveling between 2 extremely different climates. I thought, 2 years ago, a simple carry-on would have sufficed. But I'm older now and I have a lot more "stuff."

It seems like the older you get, the larger your suitcase. The little problems and minor experiences we used to bring aboard life's plane in a simple carry-on, has now become a overweight suitcase full of life size lesions that eat at the very core of us. You know, those overweight suitcases that they charge you an extra $75 for at check in. Yea. We carry 2 or 3 of those around with us daily an expect to move through life with the speed and precision we had in our younger years. We get mad at the world (and ourselves) as we drag along life's pavements, heavy and burdened with the load we carry. We try to enter our new seasons carrying last season's luggage. But let me tell you, it's time for us to release the load! Today, I will check my baggage...FOR GOOD...and let God claim it. I will not look back at the loads I leave behind, but I will run farther, faster, and freer. What used to hold me down, will not hold me down any longer. I am now empty and free to fill my being with all that life and love have to offer! I encourage you all to check your baggage and let God handle the rest.
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