I’ve knocked on the door and it has opened. But now I’m hesitating on the threshold. My baggage keeps me from entering and I’m unwilling to let it go. I’ve been carrying it for so long. I’ve gotten comfortable with it. It has become like a friend to me. Sometimes, I feel like it is carrying me, even if I know that it is not true. Some of it is tied around my neck with a hard knot. But I know the knot will loosen, if I choose to let go of the which will come off more easily. Yet, I’m hesitant to even do that.
Walking and growing with God in a world in turmoil
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