There has been a lot of talk about sacrifice recently. Firewood and Isaac, favorite albums and anything but vegetables. So I confess, I’ve conjured up the best sacrificial attitude I can muster; I’ve taken stock of holdings and relinquished them to His hold; I’ve watched my intake and liberally given enough outtake, constantly making sure of my heart’s place in His hands. But tonight something was different.
I’ve gotten so used to saying “Take it all,” that I haven’t heard him say “Good, come up higher. Your load is lighter, now come up higher.” I’ve been waiting for a hand up, a level foothold, a steady cable or something and all I see is the same Lord, at the top of the same mountain, and the same journey which was there before. The only thing different is a lighter load.
Sacrifice has seemed not so cost effective in recent months, there was no return and the benefits have been low, but only because I thought that the journey would look different after I’d dropped the sacks of this world. I was wrong; the journey hasn’t changed a bit. My step can cease its trudging though; there is a difference in the weight of my baggage.
I’ll travel light, if that’s what’s necessary. I travel heavy if that’s what’s required. But this I am learning: The travel plans haven’t detoured and X still marks the spot. He is my primary goal and I’ll leave a trail of belongings, dirt and this world behind me with no thought for what is lost – it was never really mine to begin with.
