Would you walk into an airport and grab people’s luggage to carry, along with yours? Just walk right up to baggage claim and start throwing other folk’s luggage on your shoulders, back and then roll some with your hands. Would you? Then why are you walking around with the baggage of others, weighing you down? I’m talking to you who is still carrying the baggage of dude who claimed to be Trustworthy Tyrone but ended up being Tricky Ricky, after you gave him three years of your life. I am talking to you who still got the baggage of old girl who dressed nice, smelled good, could cook a meal and had her stuff together; until you got comfortable and the real her came out. Then you found out the lasagna was Stouffer’s, the hair wasn’t hers and her credit score matched her shoe size. I’m talking to you who is still upset at how the folks at that church treated you. Sure, they made promises and acted as if they liked you, in the beginning, until they realized you had a voice and an ordained assignment that didn’t match with their traditions. I’m talking to you who lost their job after twelve years and you get mad each time you drive by it. Erykah Badu said it best when she said, “Bag lady you gone hurt your back, dragging all them bags like that. I guess nobody ever told you; all you must hold onto, is you, is you, is you.”
You’ve got to let go of the weight. Hear me, it’s not going to be easy because you’ve got to adjust to no longer carrying what you have gotten comfortable with. So there will be an adjustment period as your mind and body get used to not having that crutch to lean on. Yes ma’am, yes sir; it is a crutch because as long as you have the baggage of let downs, hurt, misuse and abuse; you have an excuse to act like you act. You still got baggage of generational curses so you keep making the same mistakes granddaddy. You don’t trust anybody so you jump from bed to bed, creating more hurt folk like you. You carry around the baggage of your parent’s addiction and you use it as a reason why you can’t get clean. You aren’t quick to lay down roots because you think this place will do you like the last one did. You are swift to hurt folk with words because you keep reaching into that baggage pulling out what “they” did. That baggage is your excuse to not commit. That baggage is your reason for constantly running. That baggage is causing turmoil in your life. You’ve got to get free! If not for you, for those counting on you because you have the ability to pass on more than just a legacy. Get free beloved. It’s time and you deserve it.