It holds the essentials; tissues, bottle of water, a purse and a mobile phone thus enabling my hands to be free.
I carry other loads mentally. I carry grief, aloneness, disappointment and the struggles of overthinking!!
‘I will be with you in trouble,
I will deliver you and honour you’ (Psalm 91:15b)
The words whispered something deep into my disappointments. When the dreams fade and the hopes you had are not realised, everything looks different. I feel the crazy maze of grief the girl inside you cries because the feeling aches some more. The words that inspire hope, honouring work, right into the tears of your soul. Honour.
Honour. Like a rainbow over the grey sky the honour given is a lift up a stony crag. Its a coffee on a long day. Its a morning sunrise, lifting the eyes to the sky. It is a hand held securely that says I'm with you forever.
The journey with the eternal one is not plain sailing!
Grit. We need grit! Endurance. Perseverance. Vision when the way looks lonely. A new dream when the road bends. Ability to carry the rucksack along the road of life. To keep going. To strive on. To know the burden is light yet the way can get tough.
My aunt and uncle reach their diamond wedding Anniversary . I observe the great teacher and baker tiring, yet the grit of endurance is clear. They still love. Its the most powerful thing. Metaphorically they have stopped carrying some stuff but their rucksack is still on their backs. The greatest is Love. Love beyond everything.
So what shall we say then.
Keep carrying your rucksack for the kingdom. Bring a lot of heaven to earth by loving one another.
I'm reading a great book Surprised By Oxford by Carolyn Weber, she writes with such art and delight in a discovery of Gods kingdom .
Quote - the reason I wrote this book reports Carolyn is this;
To take away from the book that we are absolutely beloved of God and each have a meaning in His story.
I carry my rucksack , the grit conveying strength of character with determination and endurance. Knowing I'm beloved, part of Gods story and honoured.
Keep on Keeping on. Rucksack on. Beloved.
The verse says , take my yoke, it's a light one.
The daily reminder into your heart and mine, to know whose we are, the purpose we exist and carry our own rucksack in this world.
To be love and share the beauty and ongoingness. Keep doing the next right thing.
… your body is a sacred place, the place of the Holy Spirit’
1 Corinthians 6:19 The Message.
Let's keep sharing in our journey.
Keep on keeping on, carrying our rucksacks .
Love Rach x