Wandering One

Wandering One,
Seeking shelter from confusion and fear.
Where are you going?
What are you looking for?
To whom shall you turn?
Come, Seeker. Come with me.
I will show you the way home.

I know the Way because He has found me.
Found me when I was the Wandering One.
He has washed me.
Washed me whiter than snow.
Washed me in His soul-cleansing blood.
Washed me and carried me home.

Come, Seeker. Come with me.
There is no other place.
Come, find shelter here.
How tired you must be!
Rest here now, in the shadow of the cross.
Let its shade protect you from the scorching heat.
The scorching heat of your sin and shame.
Of your hurts and cares.
Lay them down.
Lay them all down.

Come, Seeker. Come, Sinner.
There is room at the table for you.
Eat freely of the Bread of Life,
Broken for you.
No. No, dear one.
You are not enough.
It is okay.
Christ is Enough.
You must feast on Him.
Partake in His suffering.
He suffered for you.
Partake in His dying.
He died for you.

Come, Seeker. Come, Sinner.
Come, Wandering One.
Come home.
Christ will give you a new name:
Beloved One.




About Julia

Welcome! I'm so glad you stopped by. My name is Julia. I am a wife, a mother, a daughter, a sister, a friend, a teacher, and most recently, a writer. Above all, I am a daughter of the King. I am constantly amazed at God's goodness in my life; undeserved and unlimited. Come sit and visit awhile. The teapot's always on the stove.
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