Recently, I wrote about how our Heavenly Father gives his children sleep…rest. Along with giving us sleep, He also speaks to us in the night. When we were living in Munster, Indiana, this was an occasional occurrence, but has become a more frequent event over the last few months. Last night was one of those times, but last night I felt the Holy Spirit had something that was just out of my reach, just behind the veil of my sight. Most times, like the Moody Radio Program “Songs in the Night”, He gives a song, or a scripture.

Sometimes I just call His name…Jesus! Or recite my beliefs. I believe in God the Father, I believe in God the Son, I believe in the Holy Sprit, the Lord is my Shepard, in the beginning GOD!, and so many more. But, last night, I wanted to know, see or hear, but it was just out of reach, just out of earshot and sight. However, when the time is right, it will come. There is something liberating that happens when you learn to dump baggage at the same time you are learning to discern the voice of the Holy Spirit. Don’t get me wrong, I have not arrived and until I reach home, there is more to ditch and more to learn. Ditching and learning are both scary, but in Luke 4, Jesus told those in the synagogue that He was the fulfillment of the passage He read to them from the scroll. “The Sprit of the Lord is upon me, because He has anointed me to proclaim good news to the poor. He has sent me to proclaim liberty to the captives and recovering of sight to the blind, to set at liberty those who are oppressed, to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor.” A fulfillment of Isaiah’s prophecy. Jesus came to proclaim we don’t have to carry our baggage. He is the ultimate baggage handler….strong……capable…..efficient….trustworthy.