Ever since my mom was first sick and then since her death,I have this constant feeling of haphazardness. Like I am just getting by,I dont know where I belong,and I have no place to rest my head. She was this little invisible thread that kept me grounded,a little anchor that kept me feeling safe and secure. And yet,in the midst of this flurry and chaos,Christ keeps sweetly reminding my heart through Psalm 62,Corrie Ten Boom,and the brilliant landscape that surrounds me with an open embrace,that He is my home. That God IS a refuge for us-for me. You cant sail where you are supposed to sail on this journey if you remain tethered to the dock. You cant soar among the clouds if you stay tied to the perch. If I trust and allow Him to be the Rock that my feet stay firmly fastened,I dont need to fear the fact that I dont know exactly where I going or where I am supposed to be. He orders my steps. He has a plan and its perfect. And the more I let go and let Him be God,the grander and more vivid the adventure will be. We can be safe and never find our way through the wardrobe-or we can dig our hands into that mane and allow the Lion of Judah to bring us into the fulfillment of who we were created to be in Christ Jesus. We may not have a place to lay our head here,but in Him we always have a home. God is a refuge for us. The fire is warm,the table is set,the light is on. I find that I belong right there with Him. Even when I feel scattered,Lord,like the colored leaves of the trees. Your wind and Your voice spread Your glory through me to all that need to see a glimpse of Your love and Your beauty,and to invite them back home to You. Scatter me as You will. I know that that I am never apart from you. Home sweet Home. Lord sweet Lord. I am Yours. Amen.
Posted on: Fri, 31 Oct 2014 13:28:14 +0000
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