callmeloquacious

I love accessories. Specifically, I love bags. Bags, purses, backpacks. Never can have enough. Okay, over the years, I have pared down on my bag buying and bag hoarding. But still, I love a walk through that department at the store, or online. These days, my purchases or requests are for ones that will last “forever”. (Okay, forever may be a stretch, but you get the idea).

I’ll pack my boys up in Luna Moose (yes, that’s the name of my vehicle/my ride). In the leaving process I’ll also make sure that all the bags are packed properly. I need my purse bag. Of course, it must be filled with my calendar and wallet, and the necessary bite of chocolate (because you just never know). But then the boys’ items require another bag. And depending on the situation, an additional bag and maybe another? Church? An extra Sunday School teaching supply kit. Restaurant? Snacks for the wait. Always, diapers and Wipes. An extra set of clothes for each boy (because again, you just never know).

As we arrive at our destination, I gather all our various bags. Undoubtedly, I’m always met with the question, “Do you need help?”
“I’m okay, I am a bag and baby schlepper,” I say. And I laugh because it’s quite true. And the other person laughs, because (taking one thing from me would probably cause everything to fall).

But now, as I look back over this last week. I realize that all my bags and purses and even Luna, aren’t big enough for all the bags of burdens I encountered. Being an experienced schlepper won’t help. My heart is heavy. The truth is, I’m the same me I have always been. I have no additional knowledge, but I so wish I did.

What do we do when we are buried under our bags of burdens? (And not the fun accessory type bags!) Pray.
I’m working through this answer even now. Pray. I know the answer. Pray. I always know the answer. Sometimes, though, it feels like I need to do more. Pray.

The word is echoing through my head over and over again. Pray. Pray. Pray. This week’s troubles have piled up like heavy burdens. I feel buried. I feel helpless. I even feel afraid. God’s Word echoes in my brain, the verses I memorized years ago, Take it all to Jesus. The bags of burdens are not mine to carry. He chose to take my burdens at the cross so many years ago.

I know I am not alone. I know there are others also struggling underneath the weight of it all. You and me, we are not alone. We can together go to the One who holds us all.

Join with me. Let’s pray and take our heaviness to Jesus. This week, let’s accessorize in a more fun way, shall we?

Love always, Just me, the girl with the bags, Stephanie