I have always hated airlines’ baggage weight limits. I weigh my bags at home but inevitably find out that my scales are, apparently, not accurate. More than once I have found myself kneeling on the floor of the check-in shifting things from one bag to another trying to balance out the weight. Once I even bought and entirely new suitcase at the airport because it was cheaper to pay for a single extra bag than to pay the fee for my two overweight bags. Heavy baggage is something airlines don’t like...I can understand really, the workers that load baggage on and off of flights must move thousands upon thousands of bags every day. The weight limit means that most of the bags they move are about the same weight. Having relatively equal weights helps cut down on injuries to the employees. I understand that an airplane has to have a specific weight limit in order to fly correctly. I understand.
In life, most everyone has baggage of some kind. These days, my baggage is WAY overweight. In the airport, when my bags are overweight sometimes I just have to take things out, forget about them and leave them behind. I wish it was that easy with my life’s baggage. There are things in my bags that are so heavy. There are painful memories, disappointments, struggles and moments of doubt and fear that have been hanging around in my luggage for years. I wish I could just open up my bags and say, “ok, I’m taking you out, leaving you here and forgetting you.” Done. But it seems like every time I think I’ve dumped something out of my bags, it somehow jumps back in when I’m not looking.
Reading a friend’s blog this week (Mama A strikes again) I’ve realized, again, that I don’t have to feel this way.
Come to Me, all who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest. take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and YOU WILL FIND REST FOR YOUR SOULS. For My yoke is easy and My burden is light. Matt. 11: 28-30
Casting all your anxiety on Him, because He cares for you. 1 Peter 5:7
Jesus, is more than willing to take on my extra baggage. And yours too, by the way. He specifically asks us to let him have it. No bag is too heavy or awkward for Him to handle. And He doesn’t have a weight limit. He can and will take ALL of our bags for us. If I ask Him and trust Him, He’ll even get rid of all the bags that He knows I don’t need. The bags that are just weighing me down.
But here’s the smack in the face that Mama A’s blog frequently offers. In order for Jesus to take my baggage for me, I have to STOP THINKING I DON’T NEED HELP. I have to stop telling myself, “oh these bags aren’t that heavy. I can handle it...” Reality check, they ARE too heavy and I CANNOT handle it myself. There is a reason professionals load baggage onto airplanes. If the luggage doesn’t get loaded properly, bad things happen. The bags shift around, things get broken, it can even crash the plane. When I think I can handle my own baggage, bad things will happen. Things will shift, get broken and I might even crash. Once again, pride needs to take a backseat (actually, pride can just take a hike) and let humility take the lead. I DO need His help. So, I’m checking my bags. This time I’m gonna leave the heavy lifting to Jesus. He can handle it and He enjoys helping His little sister out.