As I journey through this span of time known to man as life, I sometimes forget that the baggage I seem to hold onto the longest should be the easiest to unpack and discard. Things that happened in years past, unless a memory of love, beauty or graciousness should not be luggage allowed to remain stored in my mind.
Why is it that we let ourselves be burdened with what we canít change?. We call ourselves Christians. What has that got to do with anything, you ask?... A lot!
If we are true Christians. what we did in the past is forgotten. Covered by the blood of our Blessed Savior Jesus Christ. no longer visible in Godís eyes.
People will always remember and may bring it up from time to time. You canít stop it, deny it or take it back. Itís done! You regret it, give it to God and try to live your life now as you should have when the sin was committed.
Simple isnít it?
Maybe for you, but my parents were both human. Therefore, Iím not anywhere close to being Jesus.
My past always comes back and haunts me. Is it guilt or Satan trying to lure me back? Or is it the Lord making sure I donít forget what He brought me out of? Might be Iím just weak.
Whatever the case I sometimes have to drag this over-stuffed suitcase to a place where I have my fondest memories. A place in my life when I was still innocent. A time when my biggest concern was not stepping on a snake, keeping up with my dad as he took me wading through weeds over my head, to a place he said that there were fish that never have been caught.
It doesnít matter if I return in the warmth of summer when the grass, weeds and foliage is green,. grown over so thick that you canít see two steps ahead of you. Or in the dead of winter with everything bare and open.
I make my way to this spot, sometimes right up to the creek bank or down the tracks to the Rail Road bridge that spans it.
There I sit with my loaded down suitcase and drift back. Remembering how dad cared for me, making sure there was nothing there to hurt me, pausing so I could catch up. For him it was work because he carried all the tackle, water jug and bait. I however was allowed to carry the catch hoping we would meet someone so I could boast.
As I sit, I also see the beauty of Gods creation. How He also leads, waits and allows me the grace to boast on the Blessings that He afforded me. Parents, wife, children.
After a time I stand and stroll back to my car feeling renewed, my burden lighter because like my earthly father carried the load when I was a child, my Heavenly Father now carries my burdens, allowing me the honor of toting the prize hoping I meet someone so I can share all my Father has done for me. Sharing a testimony in hopes of leading them to know Jesus as their Lord and Savior.
One thing however that I canít seem to be rid of.....I still keep a sharp look out for snakes.
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