After going clumsily, and for my arm, painfully, through two sets of doors, we finally arrived at the book and media drop. I felt the bags grow lighter with the removal of each item. What a relief it was to put the one empty bag inside the other and make my way with my daughter to the children’s room.
The thought struck me that I often carry bags of burdens with me unnecessarily. So many things to be concerned about, so little time, has been my life’s motto. Despite knowing intellectually that God has given me a way to lighten the load each day, I often carry them myself anyway.
The old song says, “…O what peace we often forfeit, O what needless pain we bear,
All because we do not carry everything to God in prayer.” It’s true. How many hours have I wasted and how much joy have I forfeited because I was brooding over what I couldn’t change anyway? Never once has a worry or concern that I carried ever gotten better because I had it in my possession. The heavy bags of care only sag my shoulders with the weight I am not equipped to handle.
But as we hand over each successive care to the Lord for His keeping, like my bags of library books, the weight grows lighter and lighter, and so does the state of our hearts.
We sometimes have to head repeatedly for the drop-off place for our burdens. Otherwise life will freshly load us down with troubling news or new developments. We have to refuse to carry them an inch. The drop-off slot is as near as God’s ear. In prayer, we can shift the burdens to the One who has promised us that His yoke is easy and his burden, light.
If you are carrying bags of care today, head for the drop-off spot in prayer, and enjoy the relief it can bring.