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Thursday, March 15, 2007
The Luggage of Life

Haven’t you been known to pick up a few bags?

Odds are, you did this morning. Somewhere between the first step on the floor and the last step out the door, you grabbed some luggage. You stepped over to the baggage carousel and loaded up. Don’t remember doing so? That’s because the carousel is not the one at the airport; it’s the one in the mind. And the bags we grab 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 are so tired at the end of the day.

Where do we turn for help? How about looking to an old friend, the twenty-third Psalm…

The Lord is my Shepherd;

I shall not be in want

He makes me lie down is green pastures;

He leads me beside quiet waters.

He restores my soul;

He leads me in paths of righteousness for His name’s sake.

Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,

I will fear no evil;

For You are with me;

Your rod and staff, they comfort me.

You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies;

You anoint my head with oil.

My cup over flows.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me

All the days of my life;

And I will dwell in the house of the Lord

Forever.

~Psalm 23~

When I picked up this book- ‘Traveling Light’ in the life book store, one thing that hit me most was this question…

The Lord questioned me just like the time He questioned His disciples…”Where is your faith?” I had no answer to that question… But even as I looked back on the days where I left many baggage down at the foot of the cross, I worried less, I felt much lighter. Without Faith, it is impossible to please God. I believe what the Lord wanted me to do then was to have faith in Him for my studies. I praise Thee for carrying me through the difficult times. I believe the Lord want us to travel light, whether is it for your ministry, family, studies, friends or even your work. The Lord wants you to trust Him in these areas and know that He will provide for you.

As I await my results, I know that I’ve done my best, I know that He will bless me and I will meet up to His expectation. Dear Lord Jesus, I entrust 2 things into your hands today, my results and my grandma. Your will be done and not mine. I know Lord that You are in control and all You want me to do is find rest in You and see the works of Your mighty hand. In Jesus’ Name I pray. Amen.

Lisa

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