Give Jesus Your Baggage

December 14, 2017 Give Jesus Your Baggage SHEILA WALSHFrom: Crosswalk.com

“Then Jesus said, ‘Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest.’” Matthew 11:28 (NLT)

I can hardly believe that the darling little boy who used to run around the kitchen dragging his toy dinosaur is now 6 feet tall and preparing for medical school.

The years seem to have gone by so quickly. I think of all the hot Texas evenings we sat on our folding chairs for football practice, swatting mosquitoes the size of small cats. I think of endless school projects and the time he created a to-scale version of Solomon’s temple. I’ve learned so much through being a mom, both the things I got right and the things I messed up. But there’s one memory that taught me a huge lesson. It was all about baggage.

“Mom, I would like to have a family meeting,” my 10-year-old son announced after lunch one chilly Saturday.

“Sure!” I replied. “What’s up?”

Christian waited until my husband, Barry, and I were seated at the kitchen table before he dropped the following bombshell.

“Today, I am running away from home,” he said.

“Wow!” Barry said.

“Yes … wow. That’s huge news,” I added.

My first thought was, I am a terrible mother! This lovely child simply can’t take life under our roof anymore.

“Did I hurt your feelings, babe?” I asked. “Did Dad say something to make you feel bad?” Christian assured us we hadn’t done anything wrong — he simply wanted an adventure.

“Think about it, Mom,” he explained, “There’s you and Dad and the dog. Nothing big ever happens here. If I don’t go now, I’ll never have stories to tell.”

I attempted to keep a straight face as he informed us that he planned to head north and would return on weekends! With that, he stuffed as many things into his backpack as he could manage … his soccer ball, the dog’s blanket, a few books and a pint of vanilla ice cream. He kissed us both goodbye and headed out the backdoor to begin his new life in “the north.”

I ran upstairs and watched from the bedroom window to see where he was headed. He walked all the way around the lake behind our house, then sat down by the tree where he and his friends like to fish. I’d decided that when he moved on from there, I’d take our dog for a walk and try and stay far enough back so he wouldn’t see me. If he spotted me, I’d simply apologize and say I had no idea this was north! Instead of moving on, though, I realized he was coming home.

That night, once he’d said his prayers and was tucked in bed, I asked him if he’d enjoyed his adventure.

“I did, Mom,” he said. “But I think I’d have enjoyed it more if my bag wasn’t so heavy.”

I thought about that for a long time. I found myself wondering, How much baggage was I dragging through my days?

I don’t mean the dog’s blanket or a pint of ice cream, but the heavy stuff of life, the emotions, issues from the past that I didn’t know what to do with, so I’d pushed them down inside. That’s when this beautiful invitation from Jesus became so real to me.

“Then Jesus said, ‘Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest’” (Matthew 11:28).