03/06/2026
Weβve seen many travellers come and go, young and old, adventure driven, travelled around the world. Then there are the travellers, seeking rest not just on a mission to save souls but on a mission to survive while carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders, some arrive wearing rags, their whole lives packed in a bag, carrying empty canvases and books that theyβve never read, too busy earning daily bread.
Weβve seen the young girl, she has nowhere to go, sheβs never seen the world, yet her mind has travelled to places far away, an escape from her reality.
Weβve seen the lady old and grey, wisdom filled her space, her voice quiet filled with joy, grateful for another day.
Weβve seen the man that can barely walk, his reached the end of his race. Once lived for busy schedules and appointments, now he reaches for grace. He ran until he couldnβt anymore, his eyes tired, his body weak, time a visiting friend he holds on dearly while his fragile hands lose grip.
Weβve seen the mother, her home left empty, she left when she was twenty, a confined space now belongs to her children. Her smile faint, her strength worn, she hasnβt been home since her children were born.
Weβve seen the young boy, he knows it all, his mind small, his ego stands tall, his race has just begun, His ego lies and whispers βYou are number oneβ so he stops to have some fun, thinking he has time, while everyone passes him by.
Weβve seen the traveller seeking adventure, holding a bucket list and a map, their stay short and sweet, within a blink off they go, to another land we donβt know, another flight to catch before their feet yet again hits the ground, off they wonder where can peace be found? Theyβve searched far and wide with just a map as their guide.
Weβve seen the mission workers seeking rest, weary eyes, chasing souls for Christ, heroes disguised as guests.
-Staci Ann