the traveling companion

I was feeling the burden of life, so I headed to a local monastery for some time of quiet.  I noticed the light, and it warmed me.  I noticed the life around me and it gave me hope.  However, I still felt I was walking around with twenty suitcases of crap; one filled with shame, an other filled with pain, one filled with obligation, one with disappointment…. and so on.  While each moment would come with some peace and rest, in order to move on from each spot, I would load up all my suitcases and keep walking.  
Then I came along this statue.  I just stood there.  I wondered if I would always feel this tired inside.  I envisioned God reaching out to me and me reaching up to Him.  That is when He spoke.  No, not your hand, give me your luggage… all those bags you seem to be carrying… I want those.  I just stood there.  This sounds like an easy trade, but not for me.  Some of my baggage has become part of my identity.  Some of my bags I have been so accustomed to carrying, they have slowly turned into security blankets.  Feeling my fear, He spoke again.  Do not fear.  My yoke is easy, and my burden is light.  These bags are not for you to carry, they are for me.  We will travel together, and I will carry the luggage.  I began to cry.  I imagined giving Him my bags and the two of us traveling through life together.  I knew there would be moments when we would need to clean out the crap filled bags.  There will be days that He would clean out my shame filled trunk and replace it with self respect.  He would trade my bag of pain with healing. He would fill my bag of obligation with freedom.  He would trade my disappointment with wonder.  But until then, my burden would be light.  
Are there any bags you are carrying?  Is there a trunk of pain or shame you seem to take everywhere you go?   Because, friend, I know an amazing traveling companion.  He is even willing to carry the bags. 
Come to <sup class="crossreference" style="vertical-align: top;" value="(AQ)”>me, all who labor and are <sup class="crossreference" style="vertical-align: top;" value="(AR)”>heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and <sup class="crossreference" style="vertical-align: top;" value="(AS)”>learn from me, for I am <sup class="crossreference" style="vertical-align: top;" value="(AT)”>gentle and lowly in heart, and <sup class="crossreference" style="vertical-align: top;" value="(AU)”>you will find rest for your souls. For <sup class="crossreference" style="vertical-align: top;" value="(AV)”>my yoke is easy, and my burden is light. Matthew 11:28-30

18 thoughts on “the traveling companion

  1. Such beautiful surrender Staci….He is so gentle as He grows us isn't He? What a treasure to have taken the time to listen and oh so divine to have heard him speak. xoxo

  2. Oh Staci, this is beautiful. The photograph is such a perfect picture for the words you have shared, the angle especially helps with the feeling. I try so hard to give up those bags, and it's not easy. I read every day about His peace and His love and how He just wants to take it all for us, but I can be so stubborn. I really love the way you explain this and how you are coming from my same spot of human. I love you and have thought of you so much since grandma sugar went on.

  3. This definitely made me cry. Such a beautiful moment with Jesus. I love Him because while He was ministering to you those few days ago, your words just now ministered to me. How does He do it? 😉

  4. When I opened your page my first thought was wow that hand looks like it's reaching out to me in 3 D. So real. Then I began to read your words. As always you have such a gift to mix your words so perfectly with a photo and touch whomever reads them.

    This post is so beautiful and full of Grace. He is amazing and I can be stubborn, those darn bags are tough and we all carry them. Thank you for this, it's just what I needed today.

  5. so incredibly lived, those moments that day and so powerfully, poetically and beautifully written about. i know of these bags. in fact my bag of shame was heavy this morning when i first read your words, after a really tough morning, i read this and burst into tears. maybe one of my bags was emptied in the process. i feel lighter now. thank you for sharing this, and much love as you continue to heal and shift and move with it all xoxoxo

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