“You shall not oppress a sojourner.  You know the heart of a sojourner, for you were sojourners in the land of Egypt.  Exodus 23:9



properly, a guest; by implication, a foreigner:—alien, sojourner, stranger

a person living out of his own country

foreign shepherds, nomadic tribes wandering about in the land

I have been a wanderer much of my life.  I was born into a Navy family, Daddy being a Navy doctor and officer.  We changed duty stations about every two to four years, but he died early in life.  By the age of thirteen, I was no longer a traveler via the United States Navy.

But my mother loved to travel.  She packed us onto a train one Christmas to spend the holiday with her family in Chicago.  When we moved away from the Washington, D.C. area after Daddy died, she took about six weeks to go from the nation’s capitol to San Diego, California.  We stopped to visit friends and family and to see just about every sight she could find along the route.  Many Fridays after school, she would tell us kids, “Pack a suitcase because we are going to ….”  (wherever she had decided to go for the weekend) and we did!

Even in college, I was blessed with one whole semester aboard World Campus Afloat (now called Semester at Sea), traveling from port to port – South America, Africa, and Europe.  What an experience, gaining 14 college credit hours!

I became an adult and that wanderlust was still there.  I settled down for wee bits of time, but found new jobs, moved to where I would want to be or transferred and then I would find a teaching job (or something new).  Mom had told me, before college, that I would always be able to find a teaching job if I would go to college to become a teacher.  I did and found her wisdom was almost always true!

I have sojourned hither and yon.  I was a stranger or a guest most everywhere I went, at least for a time.

The LORD watches over the sojourners;
He upholds the widow and the fatherless,
but the way of the wicked He brings to ruin.  Psalm 146:9

Then one day, 23+ years ago, I came to know Christ Jesus.  I found that my heart had a home.  My heart belonged to Him and I would travel this earth as a sojourner, a pilgrim, yet had a real Home in Heaven.  I may wander more on this earth, in this life.  As long as I stay close to Jesus, I will not feel as an alien.  I am by His side and know my true Home.

Now the LORD said to Abram, “Go from your country and your kindred and your father’s house to the land that I will show you.   Genesis 12:1

Abram left his home and sojourned in many countries among many peoples.

Then the LORD appeared to Abram and said, “To your offspring I will give this land.” So he built there an altar to the LORD, who had appeared to him.  From there he moved to the hill country on the east of Bethel and pitched his tent, with Bethel on the west and Ai on the east.  And there he built an altar to the LORD and called upon the Name of the LORD.  Genesis 12:7-8

Abram built altars in remembrance of all that God was doing for him and his descendants, for the covenants He made with Abram, for guidance as God took them from place to place.

“Set up road markers for yourself; make yourself guideposts; consider well the highway, the road by which you went.  Return, O virgin Israel, return to these your cities.” Jeremiah 31:21

What kind of road markers, guideposts am I leaving to remind me of what God has done in my life?

  • my salvation – God blessed me with forgiveness and a new life in Christ.  I built a written altar in my journal along with the date of this momentous event.  I praise God for my salvation.
  • marriage to Kenneth, the husband God gave to me – I have a written altar of this beautiful date, a marriage license as well as the life he and I have built together.  We try to live as an altar unto God.
  • blessed me with parents who loved me; allowed me to care for my mother in her last fifteen years – another written guidepost, one which I have been blessed to share through Being Woven as well; my journal of many days throughout those years filled with the sweet memories of Mama.  The hard times are written there and are important too.
  • sisters who are caring and loving toward me – Thank You, LORD.  – my road mark is the love we share now, along with the memories through words and pictures, road markers in my mind and heart of when we were children together.
  • and many, many more!

Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear unto my cry; hold not Thy peace at my tears: for I am a stranger with Thee, and a sojourner, as all my fathers were.  Psalm 39:12

Father God, Thank You for dwelling with me as I journey through this world.  Each day is new as I listen for Your voice.  Thank You for directing me from one place to the next.  I pray that I am aware of Your nearness, LORD.  Thank You for comforting me, for guiding me, for loving me.  Build my strength each day, Father, so that I may walk in obedience and humbly.  Thank You for Your Presence in my life.  I love You so.  I am a sojourner.  Yes, I was born in the country in which I live, but anywhere on this earth is not my true home.  With You, in Heaven, …my real and only Home.  Thank You LORD.  I pray in the Name of Your Son Jesus.  Amen.

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29 thoughts on “Sojourner

  1. I always enjoy reading your thoughts here, Linda. I love the idea of travel, but I also love being home. 🙂 Quite a paradox. My husband is an introvert and a homebody so we don’t get too far away, but now that my kids are older we pick Friday as our Adventure day and pack up and go. It is so fun to have them with me. I love that you shared your mom did the same.

    We came to Jesus around the same time, friend. I gave my life to the Lord shortly after we married… 23 years ago. 🙂 Isn’t that neat.

    Blessings and thanks for sharing your words at #GraceMoments Link Up!


    • Dawn, it is “neat” that we both came to Jesus 23 years ago. Maybe we were like two little girls holding hands and going to Him. Sounds good to me this day! I love you, sweet girl.

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  2. Linda, I love to travel. Now that we are back in GA, I’m hoping we will be able to weekend travel more. I love the question about leaving road markers to remind me of what God has done in my life. He has done a lot for me and my family and I want to remember them. I hope everything is going well for you and your husband, I’m still praying for the Lord’s direction. Thank you for sharing with Thankful Thursdays.


  3. What a rich family history you have, Linda! Your Mama must have been a fierce woman to be caring for you children on her own, yet still traveling and keeping life exciting! Brave! Especially for those years!! Thank you for blessing me with your beautiful hope filled words and prayer. And of course, thank you for joining me at #MomentsofHope!
    Blessings and smiles,


  4. I haven’t moved too many times in my life, and yet I found each time to be very difficult. I tend to put down strong roots, and I don’t like change, so moving is hard. My last move four years ago to the mountains away from family was by far the move that hurt the worst, even though I am still blessed to be close enough to visit all the time.

    Your words have made me ponder once again the importance of leaving behind good footprints. While we live this life, it’s crucial to let our faith shine to those around us. I like your idea of leaving behind road markers. I can see how that’s been done for me, and I want to pass on that legacy to others.

    Finally, I think it’s good to contemplate our lives, as we are counseled to *number our days* in the Bible. Not in a morbid sense, but to gain a heart of wisdom. Thank the Lord, because of Jesus’ death on the cross, and HIs resurrection, we are indeed only temporary travelers in this life, as we now have citizenship in heaven. Aren’t you glad?!

    I love the word sojourner – and in truth, as believers walking this temporary earth, we are in reality also *soul-journeyers.”



    • Sharon, I love “soul-journeyers”…that is so fine! You have shared much insight and wisdom here and I so appreciate you. … and love you too!!


  5. I was a military brat also. My dad was in the Air force until I was 16. But even then as my parents settled down in California, I continued to move on to Oregon, travel around the U.S for 10 months, then to Nebraska, and then to Pa where my husband and I moved twice. Traveling is in my blood. But I really like the guideposts. It makes me think of how when I moved place to place God had a purpose and plan for every place I lived. In Turkey I realized I wanted to help hurting people. In Oregon, I learned how to be a better roommate. In Nebraska, I learned that God’s way is perfect and His word is active and alive. In Pa, I have learned the importance of family and relationships. God has been so faithful! This post made me go through memory lane. haha : ) thanks your neighbor at #tellhisstory


    • Thank you for sharing. Sounds like you and I have much in common. Memory Lane is filled with riches, if we take the time and opportunity to look! Glad you did for you filled me with hope for each step of the way!


    • Thank you for your care. Yes, losing him was so hard on us all, but Mom stood strong and did the best she could for her three girls. We have all turned out okay!


  6. Don’t forget your words, Linda! They are a beautiful guidepost and testimony of what God is doing both in and through you. Your travels and life have yielded a beautiful heart. Thank you for sharing it with us. Visiting today from #threewordwednesday.

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  7. I lived in 17 houses in the first 13 years of my life, so I understand the moving often syndrome. I, too, have found my permanent home in my relationship with Jesus–home is wherever I am and my family is a prayer away :).


  8. Thank you for this great word study! “Sojourner” has been on my mind lately, as my adult son and his wife have taken on leadership rolls for their church’s college group, which has the name “Sojourners!” So, as I am missing them, these beautiful thoughts are a comfort and encouragement. Truly God does watch over his sojourners, each of us, as we travel our journeys toward our true Home in Him. Blessed to be your neighbor over at #TeaAndWordTuesday!


  9. I love a good road trip but always happy to get back home. Thank you for the reminder to watch what markers I am leaving behind. Enjoyed reading so much about you, thank you for sharing about your life. I loved this quote, “Then one day, 23+ years ago, I came to know Christ Jesus. I found that my heart had a home.” So glad that I have found my home too!


    • Yes, I have meandered a bit, but thankfully walked into the arms of Jesus. I am so grateful for knowing Christ and am able to walk with Him for always. Thanks for coming by and being a sojourner with me. : )


  10. My family was the opposite of yours: my parents liked to plant their feet somewhere and never move to the right or left. ha. We only traveled to Mississippi to visit grandparents, and only once to visit other relatives in Virginia. So now I love to travel! 🙂 I have so much to make up for. But like you, I know my true home will always be in Jesus, wherever our feet may go! Thanks for sharing this, Linda.


  11. Linda, as always your words are deeply inspiring. I didn’t travel that much but we did move about year to year and half for over a decade growing up, and then when I married Matt he was a military man and we moved away from our families and moved a few times before settling back home here in Kentucky. I love reading mama stories and I feel the same about mine. It is such a treasure. Love your guideposts! Blessings ~

    Neighbors at #FreshMarketFriday this week!


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