To disregard the spiritual realm would mean to have contempt for…to disrespect or neglect not only a part of our being, but our very Creator.
there was a time when i would speak to God without hesitation—go to Him for all my woes—laying them at His feet; and in return, gain His peace;
as time went by others told me to grow up—to use my head—get real; that if i expected happiness, i had to work for it—nobody—not even God—was going to just leave it at my door.
so, i began thinking like the world; putting my head down, my nose to the grindstone—and the worries and burdens began piling up——i wanted to cry out to my Faithful Friend—but i had forgotten how—the amnesia of the world had taken hold of me.
the more i looked for help to clear the baggage collecting upon my stoop…the world’s remedies only accumulated more…
then one day i could not escape my abode—i was boxed in by all my self-induced junk—i called out, but no one heard; it was dark...i don’t know if it was the thickness of my own baggage or the combination of mine and the rest of the world’s—but my voice did not carry—sitting alone—hurting—in the dark, i caught a faint glow of light from up above—and i began to climb.
—i struggled over a load of shaky anxiety and stopped upon stacked depression—i scrambled over self-pity and pride—i climbed for what seemed like days—but the light ahead gave me hope—so i kept climbing and soon—the light grew—brighter—and bigger—and i began to remember—i remembered my Savior: the One Who always had the answers to my difficulties in the past. i didn’t always like His responses —i did not always agree with His solutions —but whenever i found my way to His feet—He always took my baggage and gave me a wonderful—small—simple—plain—envelope that was always easy to carry.
so i kept climbing—and when i got to the top…to the presence of Jesus—i fell on my knees—i told Him i had sinned—i told Him how sorry i was for grieving Him—for trying to do things on my own—i told Him i was tired—and truly needed and desired His forgiveness —His rest—His tranquility—He lifted His arms—and i was, once again in my clean, spotless room—cleared of all my sinful baggage—and was handed a light, heavenly scented envelope—perfumed with His peace.