Changing plains in Atlanta meant that I only had carry on, heavy carry on. As I boarded my fight, I looked for a seat that looked like it has a sturdy nearby fellow traveler, someone to put my luggage in the compartment above. He said, “Of course,” and smiling hoisting the suitcase over his head to its traveling space. I think I reminded him of his frail grandmother, but he was kind enough not to mention it. When we landed in Atlanta, I started to ask him if he would be so kind. . . . He smiled, “already got it.” I was wearily on this Christmas Sunday morning. After church on Sunday, Christmas eve this year, and cooking for the family that was in town, weary was an understatement. Then, I had burdened myself with this silly suitcase. Yeah, weary and burdened about covers it. I got into the car that was to take me to my final destination. I thanked the driver for working on Christmas day. He replied, “why not, I’m all alone anyway.” He proceeded to share with me his journey over the past few years. He was truly weary of what life had given him and burdened by some not so good choices that had consequences’ he had not anticipated.
In part, I think that is what the scripture is about. Life has problems and pain, like illness, disappointments as well as good stuff – happiness and joy. All takes energy and time, and sometimes we just get weary of all the demands and expectations. Then, we make choices about what it is that we carry along the way. Me, my burden was a suitcase full of stuff I was afraid would get lost. My driver’s burden: guilt from mistakes and pain from loss. God gives us love and hope to simply rest in His promise. He gives us people along the way to touch our lives to share the burden. Over scheduling my life made me weary. Over packing and putting my values in the place that was not important, gave me a burden of my own design.
HUMMMMMMM!! New Years resolution. # 1. Live in joy and peace through God’s love. # 2. Check my luggage for the return trip.
Happy and Blessed New Year,