I packed up my troubles in an old suitcase and gave them to my Lord.
He used His good timing to work on the contents, bearing the weight – keeping me safe.
Then in moments of doubt, I take back my old suitcase – checking on the contents, worrying, struggling, staggering under the weight.
All the while my Lord is waiting patiently with his hand held out waiting for me to give Him my trust again.
Then when clarity and faith slowly return, I repack my old suitcase and put it back in my Lord’s strong waiting hands.
Praying not to repeat the process, scared the weakness in me has doomed me to repeat.
How long will His loving hands be there to carry my suitcase – protecting me from the hurt and worries inside?
He promises until the end of time.
He is the Great One, the Patient One – all I have to do is trust.
Meanwhile, my old suitcase makes its all too human, flawed rounds.
Who’s carrying your suitcase?
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