This is the post each week where I
Link arms with others who like to
Write on the wild side –unabashedly
Over at Lisa-Jo’s.
For five minutes time.
Without editing or backtracking
On one word alone:
It’s a road less traveled. Why, I’m not so sure.
It’s narrow, often difficult to see far ahead, but the road’s been paved.
We can journey together. and I love how we often do. We encourage one another along. Hold one another when the weather gets fierce.
I’ve learned along the way we can stop the world from spinning just long enough to spread love. And maybe it doesn’t even slow down, but we do. When one has fallen…hurting…lonely…lost.
There’s no race on this road, though I sometimes ache to start running. Yearn to get there to join those that have already arrived….HOME.
Where pain is foreign and not welcome. Where tears hold no reason to shed. Where broken is made beautiful.
Home is where you see hope up close.
Love languages aren’t spoken there — Love IS the language.
Grace is the currency. You’ll remember meeting the generous Banker. The One who handed out interest-free, debt-free loans to anyone who asked along the way. It’s Home we cash those in for our ready-built mansions built high on the hill — each with panoramic views overlooking Messiah’s Way.
Home is where Heaven becomes reality.
Where we feast on God’s goodness, we taste and see…(Psalm 34:8)
It’s at Home we let our hair down, slip off our shoes, wipe our feet one last time. And simply be…
Home is a state of being as much as it is an address.
It’s Home where we find Holy. We grab hold and don’t ever have to let go.
And I’m well on my way there. Thank you for taking the road less traveled with me. For showing me glimpses of Home along the way…
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Thanks for sharing your time with me.