This photo of my home land…
was taken while on one of my walk-abouts. I have no training in photography. I just know what speaks to me. Here, the fields ripe for harvest, the broken fence post, the distant view of our cows grazing and even the overcast sky all capture parts of my journey. I’ve had a heart-cry for Home my whole life. I believe we all do. A yearning for a place of settled-down peacefulness. A steady piece of earth under our feet. A Rock of Foundation. We are on a pioneer’s trek to find it. I believe that longing to be a literal “Homing Device” woven into our very being and placed there by our Loving Maker. I concur completely with the words of Apostle Paul in the book of Acts chapter 17 beginning with verse 23:
Amen, Paul! So, what keeps us from entering into our Home Land and enjoying the restfulness of that place? (Ohhhhh, my mind is brimming over with thoughts of lively conversations on this topic). But to point, I was just like the people Paul addressed in Athens, Greece. I was searching and paying honor to an “unknown god”. The god of a literal, finished and perfectly lovely location (accomplishment, title…) I would work hard, save up, do diligent research, find that place and “Voila'”, there I would be – and all my searching and work would be done. I could settle in and enjoy! I imagined for years that I would be like the girl in “Miracle on 34th Street” on Christmas morning. I would wake up one day and my prayerful desire would be delivered – healed and healthy relationships, beautiful, paid-off, furnished home. Done! Arrived!
Maybe some of you can relate. But oh, the relief and joy of coming to the realization that the “boundaries of my dwelling places” were not about arriving in that place, rather about “seeking God, feeling my way toward Him and finding Him!” The broken fence posts, the rains that delay harvest, the unfinished repairs and the bulls that break through fences and cause neighborly negotiation necessities – all of these are part of the settled Home Land of finding God – My Eternal HomePlace!
I have compiled more than 40 years of pen and paper journals. This blog is my first attempt at sharing the thoughts that have come from that seeking process. It’s just another part of my journey. I am honored to have you join me here. Your journey, too, is written on my heart as I commit to praying for every soul that intersects with my path here.