As a child I came to You in adoration – to see You, sit with You, sing to You in worship. I had no baggage, just wonder and a heart beating with love. I’ve grown. Have I? I find that my mind stalls; it can’t make sense of losses and disappointments – baggage. Are You just the Savior of dreamers? What about when mud slows me down? Didn’t You put on a body of mud and walk through the puddles? How was that for You? Do we share the same burden? I imagine that Your burden was putting up with us. You had to escape to lonely places and spend time with Your Dad again so You could go heal more people. I imagine that You had to get refilled with helium so You could float instead of drag. That’s what I do. When all this mud has me stuck, I escape to heaven to be with You for a while. That little bit of lift changes my perspective… until my balloon sinks again to just hovering. I’m still thankful. I’m thankful that I can meet You at the piano altar and loose myself in reflection on You. But I think You want more for me. I think You died for more than this. I want to look to my side in the mud and see You. I want even to feel Your hand in mine and not have to look to my side. I want to live and breathe You. I want to know what an easy yoke and a light burden are like – not just for a moment, but for every moment. Holy Spirit, awaken me to listen to Your voice interceding. Once again, let me be the child of adoration, only deepened in finding and being found in Emmanuel.