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Miriam Beard said, “Certainly, travel is more than seeing of sights, it is a change that goes on, deep and permanent in the ideas of living.” I really like that statement. A journey is more than just a quest, a trip, or a visit. It can be life-changing. Each visit we make leaves an imprint upon our lives in some way. We travel using various means and each voyage brings something new into our lives.
Many years ago, I tried to calculate all my journeys. The end result was rebellion. Everything I did was to enhance my experiences. Oh, I saw the sights alright. I traveled the night spots. The bright inviting lights figured well into my calculations. I was lured into believing that this was
what everyone was seeking. Little by little, I gave up convictions. I no longer heard the soft voice of the Holy Spirit warning me and trying to draw me back to Him. The noise of the crowd filled my senses. I was intoxicated by selfishness.
I was drowning in a whirling eddy. My strength was sapped when I would try to fight against the current that threatened to destroy me. Then on one of my trips, I would see the face of Jesus briefly, but I could not bear to look into His loving eyes because I knew I was wandering from Him. How could He still love me? This thought tormented me and yet was my hope. Insatiable travel took me on a trip. It controlled me. I was on a “fast train” to nowhere.
All my trips and voyages proved one thing. I was a churning mess. I was not happy. Trips and vacations are supposed to be wonderful, but my trip was taking me out to sea where further danger abounded. I knew I had to make a big decision or be swept overboard to paddle aimlessly the rest of my life. I was standing on the pier waving goodbye to the Lord.
I could live in this frothing foam, bobbing up and down, with waves ready to throw me here and there or I could embrace my Heavenly Father as a prodigal and determine to live for Him and allow Him to live in me. The only real choice sounded so simple, but I would have to deal with regret, shame and pain. Was it worth it?
“Hey, I see a white buoy in the shape of a cross thrown out to me.” I hear Him saying, “Fear not, reach out and I will pull you in.” I’d be an idiot not to take it. “I’m coming, Lord.”
“Hello, Lord.” “My journey was all my doing. I want you to plan my journeys from here on out. Bon Voyage! Farewell to my journey, and onward to ours as we travel together in You.”
Henry Miller aptly stated, “One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things.” Isn’t that the truth!
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