Greetings Pilgrim,
My name is Traveler, and I invite you along on the journey of my life, for this day, the ship sets sail from a safe harbor, and only the Lord knows our destination. My ears are as big as Dumbo's (maybe larger), but fortunately, in addition to catching a good wind to speed me along, I hear the words my Lord has for me, and I pass them along to you, keep them or discard them, for God has many more.
Blessings.
Traveler
Matthew 1: 23
"Look! The virgin will conceive a child! She will give birth to a son, and he will be called Immanuel[8] (meaning, God is with us)."
O my Jesus, my wonderful, precious, loving, caring, so patient and forgiving Lord Jesus, this day I am humbly before you as a newborn child. Though my years are advanced, my spirit jumps and sings, for this day, I seek only you, to know you, to let you reveal yourself through your Holy Spirit as you wish, not as I desire, believe, or want.
O my Jesus, I give up my life, for it has been nothing, and I have no name, for I have journeyed through life with no purpose but for self, to blow as the wind takes me and to try to make the best of where I am, and put you in the same boat to bless me in the boat I chose, not the one you had waiting at the dock.
O my Jesus, I have even blamed you for the boat going into wrong ports, when I have been steering the ship, a poor captain indeed, and I blamed all on you, whom I only allowed to be a seaman on the ship.
But O my Jesus, that ship has sunk, I have set it afire, and I have watched every piece of it be incinerated, from the proud lines above water, to the rot and rust beneath the decks, to the furthest crevices of dimness and darkness, where no light has ever penetrated.
O my Jesus, I cried to you for me to be allowed to die, and I meant in the body, but you came tome this morning and allowed me to die in the spirit and crucify that body in the fire and see where you are in me.
O my Jesus, I am but a seedling that has been trimmed and pruned back till nothing can grow, for you have taken care of every branch, you are the vine, and this day you have allowed me to see that though I have been severely pruned, I have deep roots, roots that are planted in your field, on ground that has the living Christ in every bit of its soil.
My Lord Jesus, nine years ago I died on the operating table, and you showed me the awesome move of the Spirit in my rebirth, and today, you showed me that you didn’t speak to me, or turn me to see more that day, because I sought no more of you, only what was selfishly for me, just as my walk and desires with You was always for you to rescue me, and set me on ground where I would be elevated.
This day, my Lord Jesus, I seek only you, and all else has burned in that fire, all else, all suffering, all blessing, I seek to become, is only what You are, for I seek to know you, and travel with you across the world and the universe, for you are within me and I give up all.
O my Jesus, you share directions and things that let me know you, let me see you, let me talk with you, let me make up for lost time, redeem those years and days and hours and every minute, so I may see glory as the presence of you, my Lord, is in my place.
My Lord, I believe you have revealed that you are the one who will steer the ship, and though it goes through people and places, I am aboard and you are at the helm. Jesus steers the boat, chief.
But as I have cried with no name, a wanderer with no root, I believe you have called me Traveler. I seek not my interpretation, but wait for you to reveal why and how Your presence uses Your Spirit within this body.
O my Lord, I am excited at being named, and so soon, for my heart jumps at so many possibilities, but I subject them all to you, for formerly my name might have been Rebel, but I am in submission to your wonderful living presence within me.
Lord, you have showed me a ship, and though it was a slow boat, I take an oar as Judah Ben Hur did, and I offer my rowing to you, the captain, not that you need me, I offer the gift back to you that you have given me, and we begin the Journey of My Life, Christ’s Life Within Me.
O Jesus, you are finally the Captain, and though I say I will go anywhere for you, I am but a man, and will always fall back on the way of Adam. That is why this day, I truly believe that Larry is dead, and that this body has been returned to you, for you gave me life when I was in Heaven nine years ago, and I give you this life back, to use, to bless others with, however you desire is my only desire.
My Lord, my old ship burns quickly and sinks, for it was built on rotted wood, and its planks and hull are but dust in the wind or flotsam to lie beneath the seas and never to rise again.
My Jesus, forgive me, and thank you for life in You, thank you for seeing the true meaning of Your life, at least the very beginning of your life within me, for there is a ling journey, and many ports and many visions and adventures to be had, to touch your garment and see your face.
My Lord, I hold to you, for I shall fall overboard, and hope rescue me, for I want this journey to be your journey, filled with the thanks of my heart for your love and forgiveness and mercy and your grace, all upon me now through the wonderful presence of the Holy Spirit.
The Holy Spirit makes ready the ship, he trims the sails, and casts the line from the dock, and this moment we pull from the mooring and glide along the river, but you have set the ship to ports unknown to me and each moment and each sea mile hold new vistas and wonderful views of You.
O my Jesus, I am so excited, for the ship has cast off ropes and pulled the anchor, and you stand at the helm and smile, for you know all, and you will show all, for to God be the Glory.
Immanuel is with us.
Matthew 2:2
2"Where is the newborn king of the Jews? We have seen his star as it arose,[2] and we have come to worship him."
My Lord, I come this day as those wise men did, and I seek to worship you, for though the King Herod tried to kill you, the Spirit led them and Joseph and Mary out of Israel to Egypt for many years, until it was safe, and a fulfillment of scriptural promise.
My worship is through you for the Father, who so carefully and lovingly made his plan for Redemption to come to pass through you.
My worship is for the word this day, that the journeys of my life have been fraught with danger, and many times did the thief try to kill me and steal my life, I have escaped that and am born in you on Holy Ground, a safety under your wings, in your shadow, O most high, and we travel far and wide, but under the flag of our Lord and Savior, and protected by the Sword of the Holy Spirit, and this adventure is great enough already, for I am so wonderfully excited at what you bring.
My thanks and most gracious praise to you my Lord, my Lord, my Lord, the Father, the Son, the Holy Ghost.
O my Lord, I take this passage over any other, over the regal ocean liner with cabins appointed in splendor, for I chose your ship, your vessel, your sails, your cabins, for in them there is journey and with the King to see the work of His hand and the Land He possesses. In the liner there is comfort and ease of praise, but on your boat, the sails are filled with your every breath, and every horizon is fresh and new in you, O my Lord, what a privilege you have bestowed. I bend my knee before you and offer you my hands, my mind, my heart, my soul, everything that is within and without, for this passage is the one I have sought my whole life, and you have brought your ship to port today, here in this harbor, and I have boarded, I have enlisted, I am on your journey.
My thanks and praise are at your feet, Immanuel.
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