Traveling Light

(Traveling Light) Max Lucado

Somewhere between the first step on the floor this morning and the last step you grabbed some luggage. You stepped over to the baggage carousel and loaded up. Don't remember doing so? That's because you did it without thinking. Don't remember seeing a baggage terminal? that's because the carousel is not the one in the airport; its the one in your mind. and the bags we grab are not made of leather; they're made of burdens. the suitcase of guilt. a sack of discontent. you drape a duffel bag of weariness on one shoulder and a hanging bag of grief on the other. add on a backpack of doubt, an overnight bag of loneliness, and a trunk of fear. No wonder you're so tired at the end of the day. lugging luggage is exhausting. "Come to me," the Lord invites, "all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest." (Matt. 11:28)