A Safe Trip Home

After a long journey, it is always good to arrive home.  There is that moment of driving up to all that holds us and breathing a prayer, "Thank You, Lord, for a safe trip home"  Home is that place which is filled with things that speak to us of belonging.  It is a place of waiting even in our absence.  There are light switches in familiar places, chairs that fit our frame, a bed that outsleeps those of the road, and surroundings so well known we can walk around safely in the dark.  

Home is not just where the heart is.  Home is where we know belonging.   It is a long journey from the place of our beginning to the place of our belonging.  It begins with that moment of conception when life amounts to little more than a few cells and a soul.  There comes the coming forth from darkness into light and everything that is waiting.  Physical change is, perhaps, the most obvious way change is noted until those years when the scale of life becomes weighted more heavily on the side marked memories instead of dreams.  

What is certain, though not always affirmed, is that the journey is always about taking us home.   It is not a home defined by walls and memories, but a home which will speak to us of belonging.  The hands of our Creator will be all over the newness for which our soul has longed since it was housed midst unformed material substance.  The Home to which we are going will be a safe place.  Some say it will be filled with the light of eternal glory, but regardless, it will surely be a place where we will move about in eternal safety.  The Father will be there when we arrive and breathe our prayer, "Thank You, Lord, for a safe trip Home.