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05-01-2014, 08:38 AM
Travel Light
by Max Lucado
I’ve never been one to travel light. I’ve tried. Believe me, I’ve tried. I’m prepared. I’m prepared for a baby dedication or costume party. Prepared to parachute behind enemy lines. And, if perchance, the Dalai Lama might be on my flight and invite me to dine in Tibet, I carry snowshoes. I need to learn to travel light!
Haven’t you been known to pick up a few bags? The suitcase of guilt. A sack of discontent. An overnight bag of loneliness and a trunk of fear. A hanging bag of grief. No wonder you’re so tired at the end of the day.
God’s saying to you, “Set that stuff down. You’re carrying burdens you don’t need to bear.” “Come to Me,” He invites, “all of you who’re weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest.”
If we let Him—God will lighten our loads!
by Max Lucado
I’ve never been one to travel light. I’ve tried. Believe me, I’ve tried. I’m prepared. I’m prepared for a baby dedication or costume party. Prepared to parachute behind enemy lines. And, if perchance, the Dalai Lama might be on my flight and invite me to dine in Tibet, I carry snowshoes. I need to learn to travel light!
Haven’t you been known to pick up a few bags? The suitcase of guilt. A sack of discontent. An overnight bag of loneliness and a trunk of fear. A hanging bag of grief. No wonder you’re so tired at the end of the day.
God’s saying to you, “Set that stuff down. You’re carrying burdens you don’t need to bear.” “Come to Me,” He invites, “all of you who’re weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest.”
If we let Him—God will lighten our loads!