This Is Where The Healing Begins

A friend of mine said that they believe "If you have made it to your 30's and don't have any emotional baggage, then that scares me. It means you haven't lived." Do I agree? Not really. Everyone has a past, everyone has baggage. Whether it is a cute Louis Vuitton or a Samsonite duffel bag, most people have baggage. Does it scare me if someone doesn't? No. If you don't have baggage, be thankful. Baggage weighs on you, it crushes you, it breaks you. Have you ever lugged around a 20 pound bag in an airport? It isn't too bad for the first 10 minutes, a little annoying but not too painful. After an hour, your muscles are cramped and sore and you just want it to be gone. Then, you check your luggage at the counter and go on your merry way. Emotional baggage isn't so easy to 'check'.
As Christians, we have the option to check our luggage. We have a friend who not only wants to help carry it, but wants to completely take the load off of our backs. So, why do we fight it? Why do we continue to lug it around? Why do we allow it to rule us? You may go days or weeks without a thought about things you have done, people you have wronged, or people who have wronged you. Then it is there. You are minding your business, driving down the highway on a bright sunny day, listening to your favorite song on the radio, when it pops up. The pain is there, the panic you feel. You aren't proud of it, you want to crawl and hide. Then you hear a voice that says, "It's ok. Why are you feeling that way? What are you thinking of? If I don't remember, why do you?"
Someone is always there for you, waiting to carry your baggage, to free you. Why, why do you insist on carrying it yourself? I struggle with this. I struggle with a past that I hate, but I refuse to let the darkness cover His light. I KNOW that I am WASHED, I am JUSTIFIED, I am SANCTIFIED through Jesus Christ.

So you thought you had to keep this up
All the work that you do
So we think that you're good
And you can't believe it's not enough
All the walls you built up
Are just glass on the outside

So let 'em fall down
There's freedom waiting in the sound
When you let your walls fall to the ground
We're here now

This is where the healing begins, oh
This is where the healing starts
When you come to where you're broken within
The light meets the dark
The light meets the dark

Afraid to let your secrets out
Everything that you hide
Can come crashing through the door now
But too scared to face all your fear
So you hide but you find
That the shame won't disappear

So let it fall down
There's freedom waiting in the sound
When you let your walls fall to the ground
We're here now
We're here now, oh

This is where the healing begins, oh
This is where the healing starts
When you come to where you're broken within
The light meets the dark
The light meets the dark

Sparks will fly as grace collides
With the dark inside of us
So please don't fight
This coming light
Let this blood come cover us
His blood can cover us

This is where the healing begins, oh
This is where the healing starts
When you come to where you're broken within
The light meets the dark
The light meets the dark

"And that is what some of you were. But you were washed, you were sanctified, you were justified in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ and by the Spirit of our God." 1 Cor 6:11



This Is Where The Healing Begins- Tenth Avenue North

Let me introduce myself....

First and foremost, I am not a writer. I am strictly writing this blog to prove that I am not, nor ever will be, a writer. Even at the age of 25, I am still trying to prove my parents wrong. I am horrible at grammar and though I know how to spell, and actually enjoy spelling, I am usually too tired to do anything but write words phonetically. I am missing keys on my keyboard which will just make my grammar more pitiful than it already is. And though, as previously stated, I know how to spell, I still make up my own words just to get my point across.
I am not witty, I am quite lame. I have no real hobbies. At one point in my life I used to read, at least two books a month. Now, I have resorted to spending countless hours on Facebook. If I haven't chased you away yet, just wait until I start writing on this thing. I will lose my followers sooner than I gained them.