All my bags are packed, I’m ready to go...
The Mamas and The Papas crooned this out in 1969 when I was
in my first year of university, and it has been a sort of theme song for my
life. I do like the song...and understand the sentiment. Belonging in two
places at once. Hating to leave someone behind. Anticipating what I’m going to
do with other loved ones. Conflicting emotions.
We’re at a time in life where our theme song could be
written about de-cluttering. There will come a time when I won’t need to hover
over an empty suitcase and debate what sorts of clothes the weather will
require. I won’t need to remember my moisturiser and pack my Bible. Whatever I
take with me, I’m packing now, deep into my spirit.
I want to ensure that what’s in there is life-giving,
God-exalting, Jesus-loving, Truth. My goal is to memorise more Scripture. Memorise, not moisturise. I
know my brain won’t be required in the next life, but I think that as my brain
feeds on the Word my spirit will grow.
Not all my bags are packed yet, and I’m not ready to go. But
one day I will be.
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