Life gets tough sometimes and, when it does, I just want to go home. Home.
But at this stage of life, where is home?
Not where I grew up, certainly. Too much water under the bridge for that.
Not even where I currently park my hat--this place is complicated, expects too much.
I want to go where I am protected, where I am safe, where I am not in charge.
And I only know of one place.
The Lord is my Rock, my fortress and deliverer. My God is my rock in whom I take refuge...He is my stronghold, my refuge and my Savior--from violent men You save me.--2 Samuel 22:2-3
Funny thing about my home, though.
I have to go there.
The refuge does not come to me where I am.
If I want its safety and protection, I have to surround myself with its parapets and gates, with its unyielding stone and battlements. They will not form themselves around me.
God's strength is only available to someone willing to uproot from her normal dwelling place and travel what sometimes seems like a very long way.
And the trip is sometimes hard.
But protection and safety wait at the end.
Where all things turn out right. Where someone bigger than me is in charge.
Home.
After he returned from his adventures, Ulysses sat by his still hearth wondering what to do next. Getting older includes reflection upon life lessons we've learned and discernment about what comes next, but life is meant to be lived. We have become wiser than we think and we are meant to use the wisdom we've gained. Whether philosophy or observation, discovery or poetry, this is a depository not only for passive thought or memory, but a springboard for action. Life is more than breathing.
Going to that home, and resting should be so easy, why can't we just let it be our home, and run there as a happy little kids after playing outside all day?
ReplyDeleteGreat post - stopping by from hear it on sunday's hop
Marissa @ forfunreadinglist.blogspot.com
You know, Marissa, I think that once we figure out, really figure out, that our home is in Christ, we will do exactly that.
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Great post, in our heart is where home is, because that is where Jesus is.
ReplyDeleteI get homesick like this, too. Thank God for our sweet home in Him!
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