A Life in Words

How many times have I laid my head on my pillow and think I'm garbage, horrible, stupid. How many times have I either ended or started a day thinking I'm junk. Everyday life tries to sell us this lie that we are junk... that we are worthless. Sometimes the salesman is pretty good and we buy into it. And when that moment comes the lie becomes truth to us. We load on bag after bag of baggage which carries every stupid little detail that we either hide or idolize. We tend to think only sin sticks to us but even sinless pain can find its way on our backs. A harsh word from a stranger, coworker, friend, family can latch itself on our shoulders and make itself at home. We stand there holding baggage of the moment, day, month, year, lifetime while being sold the lie that we are garbage. And sometimes we are just so darn tired that the lie just sounds so true.