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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Luggage (08/15/05)

TITLE: Traveling Mercies
By Leslie Lamb


I am well acquainted with luggage. For years, it weighed me down. As a missionary family, we did our share of travel. We would transport so much stuff from overseas and back again that everyone had a load to carry, and we would begin our back-breaking journey.

I remember begging for release and welcoming my father’s request to remove it from my back. I would gladly give it over to him for whatever time he was willing to carry it for me. I would see him carrying not only what I could no longer carry but also that of the rest of my family. We would all be dragging behind, free from our burdens yet tired from the journey, and he would still keep the pace. Urging us on and encouraging us forward.

Inevitably I would feel guilty as I watched him stop and reposition and rub his shoulders from the weight. I would request to have my load back. He would eye me as if to say, “Are you sure?” Then, when he was convinced I knew what I wanted, he would help me by placing it on my back just so, and then I would be off again. Not as quickly as before, but at least, my conscience was less burdened. I even imagined picking up the pace and helping him out too, but my little frame couldn’t. He would see my defeat and, he would grab my hand and walk me through it, reminding me we were almost home.

When we would reach our destination we would collapse! Tired from the journey and free from our burdens, we would rest. Everything would be still and the room would be dark, and I would remember. I would sense the pain of that luggage biting into my back, but the weight was gone! After a brief prayer, I would breathe a sigh of relief and snuggle down closer between my mom and dad and go to sleep - free from pain, free from guilt, and free from the journey!

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Tesiri Moweta08/22/05
I pray for missionaries everyday.Only God can bless missionaries all over the world.How nice to know that His yoke is easy and His burden is light.God bless you and your family.
Tammy Johnson08/22/05
Wonderful parallels. Looking forward to the end of the journey and final laying down of all burdens. It is almost beyond imagination!
Lynda Lee Schab 08/24/05
You had a good message here. I was surprised when your piece ended. I might have expanded a bit, comparing the weight you carried to the weight of sin, which also was carried for us ont he cross. The "phantom" pains you experienced when you got home were like the consequences or guilt we sometimes experience as Christians. Like you said, you still felt the weight but the weight was gone!
Lots of food for thought. Well done.
Blessings, Lynda
Crista Darr08/24/05
Lovely and tender. Well done.
Beth Muehlhausen08/25/05
Interesting! I agree - there are thoughts here than could be developed and applied to our walk of faith.
Nina Phillips08/25/05
I imagine that is what heaven is like--free from pain, free from burdens, free from journey. I think you did a good job in comparison. I also feel that it could have been expounded on a little further--mainly because hearing about a portion of a missionaries life is interesting to me, and I would have liked to have seen more. God bless ya, littlelight
Suzanne R08/26/05
Your 'back-breaking journey' ... yep, I identify! Not as a child - as a single woman who keeps travelling between China and Australia, I carry it all myself. Why do we do it? And how wonderful it is to stop travelling and put down the bags for a while! Thanks for sharing.