Sometimes I feel like a bag lady. I’m kinda a sucker for cute bags. Not purses – bags. You know the kind that you use to haul around all the additional junk along with your purse!
I typically have at least two bags next to my purse.
One has work stuff in it and the other might contain a bunch of returns that need to be made at various stores.
I could use those plastic grocery bags to carry stuff but where’s the fun in that?
I like bags. Small ones. Big ones. Red ones. Blue ones.
At the end of this post are some really cute bags from some of my favorite brands and a makeover idea for a vintage train case.
So I’m on the elliptical the other day (don’t be impressed I have to force myself to work out – I’m no gym rat) and I start thinking about cute bags. I should have been focusing on my breathing or upcoming interval but yeah, well, whatever.
Here was my random thought process. I like bags.
Bags are so helpful.
Some of them are so pretty and colorful.
I like looking at them.
Bags are cool.
Everyone has bags……….and baggage.
Oh no……(my thoughts turned a little more serious here be warned)…….baggage. Ugh.
Baggage isn’t as fun as just the bag itself. But all of us have it.
Past mistakes – bad decisions – unfortunate circumstances that tore our life apart – unforgiveness – guilt – regret – and probably the heaviest bag of all – the inability to forgive ourselves.
We keep it all packed inside, deep down where it’s dark and no one can see it. But it’s there and it’s ours – it’s our baggage.
We carry it because we think our identity is found in our baggage. Failure. Cheater. Unworthy. Unlovable. Liar. The list goes on and on.
Sometimes we put the bags down for a bit and might actually start to walk away……..but for various reasons we usually run back and pick it up. It’s heavy and it’s a pain in the butt (and heart) but we’re attached to our baggage because frankly, it’s hard to let go of the past.
These are the things that run around my mind while I’m sweating and hoping my 25 minutes are almost done.
I have to say, I was a little impressed with my deep thoughts, most of the time I truly am just trying to read lips on the TV in front of me.
So back to baggage……..thinking about this initially made me sad. Because baggage is heavy , it hurts and oppresses.
Is there any hope? Will I ever be free of my past? Why do I carry this around as a reminder of my failures?
Here’s where I got happy again and pictured Jesus in a bellhop costume.
Just go with me people.
You’re standing there with your heavy bags. God looks at you and asks “What’s that?”
You say “my baggage. All my crap. All my mistakes….it’s who I am”.
His eyes soften as he reaches for your baggage – he bends down to pick it up. “But you’re my child, your past doesn’t define you. You are a new creation in me so you don’t need this anymore. Let me take that for you.”
He picks up your baggage and carries it over to the foot of the cross. Forever dispelling it into the eternal lost baggage claim area; swirling from floor to ceiling with all sorts of bags – some big some little – but all forgotten. Dropped off and never picked up again.
Accepting Jesus as your bellhop means you are now baggage free!
Able to run.
Forget the past.
In fact, when you choose Jesus you receive a new identity so that bag isn’t yours anymore anyway.
It sounds too good to be true I know – but it’s TRUTH.
2 Corinthians 5:17
“Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come.”
Disclaimer: Jesus is not against cute bags thank goodness, only old stinky ones and I don’t have to carry those anymore.
Till the next time,