Home is a good place...a place of kitchen tables, of lights in the windows on a fall evening, and of a back door where a warm welcome awaits with family. I am a blessed person to have a place that waits at the end of the journey. A place of welcome, a place of friends, family and warmth. If I can just keep it in my head and heart, this home is just a reminder of a HOME that is waiting for me. A home with you, Lord Jesus.
2 Corinthians 5
6 Therefore, being always of good courage, and knowing that while we are at home in the body we are absent from the Lord— 7 for we walk by faith, not by sight— 8 we are of good courage, I say, and prefer rather to be absent from the body and to be at home with the Lord.
So there is home...that is just through the woods a bit and down the road...but along the way...you are with me. It is a walk by faith...a walk that brings me to crossroads just like this one. Choices that turn every which way but loose, as the saying goes.
Lord Jesus, the cross road. Where does this road lead,...songs wave over me when and memories of time less frenetic with bicycle and time on my hands...or just the time to make a turn that leads to a turn to who knows where. Wandering is something that is in my DNA...I would love to see what is beyond the next hill around the next curve and through the woods ahead.
Your words run through my head..."7 for we walk by faith, not by sight—." I am good with that when the walking is beside still waters...or even fast running creek like this one. I wish that Tasho and Paris were with me and we could meander through the woods...I would need my boots....It looks a bit wet.But that would be for a different day. This is a day of dead lines and expectations...at least I can take a picture of it.
We walk by faith not by sight. Ok, so what does that mean for me today Lord? These people are living a life that looks simpler to me right now. But simple is not the course that you have mark out for my life. My walk is sometimes through complicated, twisted and dark valleys. Choices that confound and conflict with each other... places where I fall down in the dark and make poor choices at the cross road of the moment.
It means that you are with me at the cross road moments, and each step along the way. It means that the faith walk is really a prayer walk. It means that even when I end up in places that confound, conflict and confine, that the Spirit of God is flowing right through the center of the course of my life. Sometimes in a subterranean torrent of grace that I just may not realize or comprehend. So in the middle of this passage Paul calls me to courage...the sure reality that you are leading and guiding me.