Thanks for stopping by. I’m Rebecca Shirey, but I’ll also answer to Becky.
I’m a writer. A speaker. A teacher, captivated by God’s Word. A student, searching for the Word in the words. A follower of Jesus Christ, forever grateful for his mercy and grace.
I’m married to a preacher man, who served 26 years as an Army Chaplain. We’re empty nesters, enjoying life in the Midwest and points beyond.
I love seeing my preacher man in uniform.
During the Chaplain’s Army career, a semi pulled up to our house every few years. Movers packed up our household belongings in cardboard boxes, and transported us to a new dot on the globe.
The smell of cardboard still conjures up dreams of traveling somewhere new.
Transition isn’t easy, though.
We left bits of our hearts all over the map—South Carolina, Kentucky, Missouri, Colorado, Germany, back to South Carolina, Belgium, Alabama, Oklahoma, Washington, Louisiana, back to Kentucky, and Georgia.
Besides geographical moves (39 so far) across cities, states and continents, my spiritual life is also an ongoing journey.
I’ve trekked a few miles on the road with God, sometimes tripping and stumbling, but always falling headlong into Grace.
A few years ago, I spoke aloud a prayer of surrender, forever changing my life.
Lord, increase my faith, and do whatever it takes!
Turns out, my husband was praying a similar prayer.
God moves us to pray surrendered prayers. He then unfolds His answer, one designed for our highest good and His glory.
His plan included a five-year adventure of faith.
Our household goods remained in storage following retirement, and a year of schooling. So, at God’s leading, we packed up a few personal belongings, loaded them into our white Buick LeSabre, and set out in faith—following His lead.
Following The Cloud.
His faith adventure took us across the country—coast to coast, large towns and some too small to rate a mention on the map. Our assignment? To encourage. To listen. To extend grace. To pray. To stretch out a helping hand to someone, friend or stranger.
Mostly, He wanted to teach us:
- To trust Him more completely.
- To grab hold more tightly to the life of faith.
- To engage more deeply with His limitless grace.
- To hear His present-tense voice more clearly.
- To accept more readily how a season of waiting leads to the best possible outcome.
I still have miles to go learning those lessons. It’s the life I write about.
At the end of those five years, we once again unpacked the cardboard boxes.
Even still, I’m a pilgrim on a journey.
Psalm 84 is a traveling Psalm, sung as the Israelites journeyed toward Jerusalem for worship.
How lovely is your dwelling place, Lord Almighty! My soul yearns, even faints, for the courts of the Lord; my heart and my flesh cry out for the living God. Psalm 84:1, 2
Even the sparrow has found a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may have her young— a place near your altar, Lord Almighty, my King and my God. Blessed are those who dwell in your house; they are ever praising you. Psalm 84:3, 4
In all my travels, in all the meandering turns of life, in all the temporary places, He has always been my heart’s dwelling place.
Blessed are those whose strength is in you, who have set their hearts on pilgrimage. Psalm 84:5
Truth is, we are on a journey to the heart of God. We’re yearning for Home, searching for Rest.
Our paths are rarely a straight course, though. They include stumbles, spurts, re-starts, and wanderings astray.
We often need a compass, not a map.
But it’s along the way where we come to know Jesus better. Where He births dreams and desires only He can fulfill. Where we grow from strength to strength.
Where we discover He is the ultimate destination.
Whether you’re new to the journey or a seasoned traveler on the road to His heart, I’d love to connect with you.
You can join me on the journey right here.
It’s better traveling together—arm in arm—hearts set on pilgrimage.
Blessings on your journey,