Cargo often shows up at the door of my soul that was sent to the wrong address. This cargo wears me out, slumps my shoulders, and weighs down my soul. It certainly halts my progress. So why accept it?

I’ve noticed that I might even hold on to some of this cargo before sending it on to the One who can handle it. I already know it’s been sent to the wrong address; yet I find myself delaying, looking it over, re-reading the label, and wondering if I am to keep it. While I’m holding on to it, I find myself confused, dizzy, worrying, fussing, fuming ~ all so needlessly ~ because I accepted cargo unintended for me.

“Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to Me. Get away with Me and you’ll recover your life. I’ll show you how to take a real rest.” [Matthew 11:28 Message]

Unfit for my soul, cargo-bearing wears me out. My dock gets over-laden; and I, as the dock hand, need to ship out that which has collected at the wrong port. I draw near to the One to whom the cargo is intended ~ and I listen to His shipping instructions. He stills my soul. The shipping label becomes clear to my mind. I stamp “Heavenward!” across the cargo containers!!! Then I sit down to satisfy my soul with the ‘divine energy drink’ made just for me: REST.

Lesson learned: read the shipping label!