Ink Stained Soul…

‘Baggage.’ That word in itself sounds harsh, ugly, a daunting task. I was told having kids was baggage that would prevent me from love. That all my past would be too much for anyone to unpack. It was recently mentioned to me again. ‘Two people with so much baggage – what could they possibly offer?’ I have thought about it endlessly, swirling in my head for so long. The answer keeps coming back to something simple: leave it at the door and slowly unpack it. Some items require encouragement, while others you allow to unpack themselves. Other things unpack together. Over time, with someone to reminisce with, allowing the story to be honored and put away for good. This is the only answer my heart can find – simple, true, and remarkable.