This four-letter word has strained every muscle in my heart, for all my wrestlings and stretchings across lakes, oceans and continents.
I’ve packed, re-packed and unpacked more boxes and suitcases than I can remember.
I’ve squinted my eyes looking for it.
My stomach aches and twists into knots longing for it.
This four-letter word.
It looks so unassuming. So humble. So plain.
And yet, the pull is so great I can’t resist its magnetic force.
The hand that created all things great and small pulls me, day by day, closer to my goal.
He sets my eyes on the prize.
He reminds me that every day is one step closer to eternity.
When I close my eyes and am ushered into His presence, I have a feeling I’ll wonder why I was so preoccupied with my search for home in this place.
It’s not here. It never was.
I’m a pilgrim, a foreigner just passing through.
May the Lord remind me that this life is but a temporary breath, a deep inhale in anticipation of
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