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"It is God to whom and with whom we travel, and while He is the end of our journey, He is also at every stopping place" Elisabeth Elliot
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Introducing: Journey With Me
The Background . . .
The idea for Journey was born over a year ago. Struggling with ill health, jobless, and cut off from the outside world, I dreamed up a happy little blog to glamorize my quiet life and give me a voice. Ideally, my web log would be a travel journal, detailing the exotic destinations and evangelistic adventures of globe-trotting me. But my ideal isn’t always what I get out of this journey called the Christian life. Firmly rooted in a small town in Northeast Georgia with not an itinerary in sight, I gradually realized that the adventure was not yet to come, the adventure was now. I wanted to bottle that newfound joy in the mundane. I imagined bringing the world to my doorstep, discovering beauty in the familiar, finding the journey in stillness. But it was not to be. My aged computer breathed its last and Journey and its newborn URL were forgotten.
The new Journey . . .
My health is now restored. I am temporarily employed in work I love, and as I type, God is making the way for my dearest wish to come true: He is sending me overseas. I am on my way to work in the Tibetan community of Boudha, in Kathmandu, Nepal. I have a long, bumpy ride ahead, but I intend to savor every moment! Journey With Me is officially resurrected. Not as a public exercise in contentment at home, but as the exciting travel record I once dreamed of. I am in awe of the miracle unfolding around me. I invite you to pull up a chair and peer over my shoulder as I journal the extraordinary trip I am about to take. And when I return . . . that will be another new journey.
L.
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Construction Ahead!
Thank you for stopping by! "Journey" is brand new, and still under construction. More to come!
L.
L.
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About Me
- L.
- I want to share my riches that can't be counted, my freedom that can't be shackled, my happiness that will never be dimmed by tears. Because every nation has it's own poverty. Every person has his own bondage. Every heart has a sorrow to bear.