“Personal Baggage” could mean so many things. So many, in fact, that I won’t even try to name them all. We all have it. No one is excluded.
And some hide it better than others.
What I’ve been trying to figure out lately is, how do we wind up with it? I’m not talking about everything we might have gone through that puts us in that position, but rather, how we manage to let it loom over our heads. Is it the way we were taught? The way we view God? The way we view ourselves? The words of others, well meaning or not?
Whatever it is, it can make us feel a lot of different ways. I’ve even heard people say they were doomed, or that they were getting what they deserved from life. It’s turned a lot of people away from the church, away from family and friends, and even away from spouses and children. It can be so debilitating that it can turn a person into someone they don’t even recognize themselves!
And what part does “talking” play in the whole scheme of personal baggage? Does it help to talk? Does it make it worse? Is it giving in to some outside force that prompts people into a sort of “confession” for whatever sake they deem it profitable?
Not that I have many answers for any of the above. I have my own personal baggage, and there are times it seems a lot heavier than I remembered. Sometimes I believe that may be my own doing. I’m still trying to work through that…how to process it and deal with it, how I can get some relief, if that’s even a possibility. And how to figure it all out. I guess I’m no different than anyone else that has their own baggage. We all try to move on.
And we do. Each day passes. Every minute goes by, regardless of whether it was good or bad. I guess that’s just how it is.Like This