Weight.
Oh man. I hate that word. It is a word that usually describes something we are measuring or comparing.
How much does that weigh?
How much weight do you lift?
*How much weight have you put on?*

How much... weight are you carrying?
I mean Spiritually.
How much weight?
How much "baggage"?
Oh we hate that word sometimes.
Another phrase we hate:
"I know."
Words that seem to echo throughout our consciences.
Words that we hate... and one minute later we love.
They are words of God. He knows everything, all our history, all of our biology, all of our hurts, triumphs, struggles, victories, pains, cloud nine experiences. He knows.
That can begin to weigh on us. The thought that the perfect God of everything knows all of our imperfections.
But the Good News is that we aren't defined by those things.
No... Because we are more than them. More than anything we could hope to become, more than anything we could hope to once accomplish.
Can I share something with you?
Girls, He refuses to allow his prized princesses to be enslaved to anything that makes her feel less than who she is.
Boys, He refuses to allow his crowned princes to be captured by those that would seek to diminish his birthright.
I know it's a struggle. I know it hurts. I know all about how enticing those temptations to cave can be...