Sweet William and I were on a journey this week. But now we are home.
“There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home.” Thus said Dorothy as she clicked the heels of her sparkly red shoes together.
[Picture by Elyse N. Wright]
Sometimes we are looking for the Great and Terrible Oz when what we really want are the simple graces of home.
If we said it once, we said it a dozen times in the last 14 hours, “It sure is good to be back home.” I’ve decided world traveling is not on my bucket list any more. I’m a home-body, content to be in my comfort zone, my little corner of the world where I am Queen of Quite-a-lot.
I went to sleep in my own bed last night with my own pillows tucked under my head. I made my strong coffee this morning and sat with the hot pad at my back in my rocker. I’ve decided that I like my biscuits better than any I tasted while I was away. Our adopted cat, Jeffery-Jeffery, was waiting for his morning kibble and pat on the head. My neighbors pass in front of the house and the sun shines on the trees in the back yard as they blow gently in the wind.
The comforts of home are simple grace. Being here gives me a sense of well-being. I feel safe. Loved. Accepted.
I understand from the news that the world is in chaos. People I know and love have problems and heavy burdens. There are recent diagnoses that can crumble the stout of heart. Fear grips and doom appears close.
And yet . . . The Lord is gracious and good to His children. He supplies all we need. He sees us and gives strength for the journey. He carries our burdens and shares our sorrows.
There is an indescribable comfort in knowing God loves me and relying on that love. He will do what is good for me even when it is hard, painful, or beyond my understanding. He will not leave me alone in all the difficult circumstances. He will provide whatever I need for the journey.
Knowing God, relying on Him, believing He is who He says He is – It’s like coming home. Living in His love is rest and relief after a hard day, a long trip. It’s a warmth of being loved and accepted just as I am. God is home no matter where I may find myself.
Home. There’s no place like it.