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Luke 9:3-5
3 He told them: “Take nothing for the journey
—no staff, no bag, no bread, no money, no extra
shirt. 4 Whatever house you enter, stay there
until you leave that town.

In the past month or so, I've been getting ready
for and planning for two work trips. On Wed.
I will be heading to Seattle for the Inhabit Conference
and the following week I (and Ian) have a short intensive 
training back at Princeton Youth Forum

At both of these trainings I will be learning more
about the ways, means and methods (as well as
listening for God's leading) for ways to help youth
and families to grow in faith and mission. 

Quite literally, I am working on traveling light 
on these trips (like Luke 9:3-5 suggests.). 
It's my goal to take no checked baggage in
both a literal and spiritual context. Hands, heart and mind
need to be free to receive something new. If I'm
overloaded with 'baggage' what new hope can I pick up?

As I head off with my heart and hands free to what God has
waiting, consider taking the next week to also join me
in this practice of 'traveling light'. 
Think this week about how you can lay down
whatever is too heavy, and listen for God's leading on
what to take up instead.

In the words of Jesus - 

Matthew 11:28-30


   28 “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened,
and I will give you rest. 29 Take my yoke upon you and
learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart,
and you will find rest for your souls. 30 For my yoke
is easy and my burden is light.”

May your week be a place where rest, wisdom and
only easy to carry items cross your path on the 
journey. 

Dear God - 
Help all of us to "travel light" this week - 
and be ready to hear and heed the directions you are
giving. Amen.

Grace and Peace,
 Tara

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