Short Devo

Baggage: A Call to Drop It (A Poem)

“Therefore, since we also have such a large cloud of witnesses surrounding us, let us lay aside every weight and the sin that so easily ensnares us. Let us run with endurance that race that lies before us, keeping our eyes on Jesus, the Source and Perfecter of our faith, who for the joy that lay before Him endured a cross and despised the shame and has set down at the right hand of God’s throne.” (Hebrews 12:1-2, HCSB)

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We bog ourselves down with the baggage we carry.

Pain turns numb at the length we tarry.

Joyfully we walk the narrow road,

Until we become discouraged by our load.

“Drop it. Drop it. Drop it.” He asks.

“You don’t have to carry alone this daunting task.”

“Drop it at My feet,”

“Take a seat”

“Drink from My well.”

“Shed that outer shell.”

We shed an outer outer shell.

Redefining more our citadel.

Releasing a little more,

We allow Him to partially restore.

Merrily we walk along,

Singing a joyful song.

People along the path, stopped to take a break

Surprise and shock,

“Come on! Walk with me!” you say

“No, we need a break. The road is too narrow.”

Saddened by the images in your head of those behind,

The baggage cuts in a little deeper.

“Drop it. Drop it. Drop it” He asks.

“You don’t have to carry alone this daunting task.”

The end of our baggage is the hardest,

For it has us harnessed

To the past of who we used to be.

We just can’t see,

The changed He wants us to be.

Nearing the end, discouraged and downtrodden.

The joy at the beginning long forgotten.

What could have made this easier?

How could I have stayed eager?

“Drop it. Drop it. Drop it.” He asks.

“You don’t have to carry alone this daunting task.”

“Drop it at My feet.”

“Take a seat.”

“Drink from My well.”

“Shed that outer shell.”

“But isn’t it too late,” you whisper.

“My shoulders are blistered,”

Interrupted by the response,

“It’s never too late with Me.” said with nonchalance.

“Look around you.”

“See the others that have pushed through.”

You look, bags are laid out on the bare ground

The image before you creates a campground.

“This is not the end. It’s only the beginning.”

“Drop it. Drop it. Drop it.” He asks.

“You don’t have to carry alone this daunting task.”

“Drop it at My feet.”

“Take a seat.”

“Drink from My well.”

“Shed that outer shell.”

“Join me on this new journey,”

Walking forward toward Him,

You hear the cheers from an army,

Your fellow Christians,

Renewing your ambition.

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16 thoughts on “Baggage: A Call to Drop It (A Poem)”

  1. Oh that we would willingly lay all our burdens at the feet of Christ and surrender it all to Jesus. What a relief that would be. But still, we hold on. Silly us and our need for control.

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  2. “It has us harnessed to the past of who we used to be”- I love that line! You have created a visual for me through your beautiful poem to remind me to drop my baggage at His feet, leaving it there for Him to heal and change. Thank you!

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  3. Trying to carry all my baggage has been my default in my life. Now, I lay them down but pick them back up. I pray I might learn to lay them down before God and trust in ways I haven’t before!

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  4. Powerful and beautiful! My favorite is the end. I can imagine the cheers not only from my fellow believers, but the overwhelming cheer from my Savior. I need to remember this happiness from Him, when I need to lay down my bags. Thank you for sharing!

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