Going home.
This weekend we went home. “Home” is my mother’s house in South Carolina where I eat all of my favorite foods. It is also the place where the children give my name a rest and replace it with “KK” (that’s what they call her) because she serves them around the clock with all things delicious and sugary.
This trip was extra special because we also went “home” to our church. The church where we attended for over 7 years where our “family” is. We hugged, laughed, talked about how the kids had grown, and felt the love of our church family.
As we drove back to Georgia we came through a strong storm where our visibility was very limited. I couldn’t see much but I knew if I kept my eyes on the yellow lines I was safe. I thought about that church family and the warmth of my mother’s house and the blurry road ahead. I don’t know why God has put us on this path where the visibility is limited but I know as long as I keep my eyes on Him I will be safe. I sang in my head the words to an old hymn, “Be thou my vision, Lord when I can’t see!” I can’t see His plan yet but I know I am on the right road.
I also thought about heaven. And how incredible that reunion will be. I imagine it’s similar to going home.
I don’t know what’s on your path. Maybe you can see clearly or maybe there is a storm raging around you. I encourage you to set your eyes upon God. He will guide your feet.
John 14:23 Jesus replied, “Anyone who loves me will obey my teaching. My Father will love them, and we will come to them and make our home with them.
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