The Journey Home

I just graduated college when I wrote this journal.  It was a very confusing time for me.  As I was rereading this almost three years later, I find myself with the same sentiments.  Oh, life! When will you ever make sense? But life is... well just read the journal...

January 14, 2008

Life is but a journey where with calloused feet and dirt on our shoes, we walk.  Even though we don't exactly know where we're going, we can feel it.  We have this longing that just won't go away. This longing for the Promised Land. That place where our hopes, dreams and desire to be complete, known & loved fully & freely, become a reality.  Where we are beautiful.  

That's what I really want, that's what all of us really want.  No matter what stage I am in life, I will never be in that place, it's not home.  I'm not in the Promised Land-yet. 

But still there is a reason for this place-this wilderness, the desert.  God has come to meet us here, to walk with us, to reveal Himself to us.  To woo us, to awaken us to what we've been missing.  He is pursuing us, chasing us, calling us on home. 

God meets us in the wilderness & calls us to climb the mountain & stand beside Him on the rock.  You see, here on earth the Promised Land is not a place, it is God’s presence.  Moses was in the Promised Land when he was in God's presence.  But not fully, he only saw a glimpse here on earth.  We too get a mere glimpse.  We have no idea of what will be there, where it will be both a place & a presence.  In the Promised Land, there will be nothing holding us back from God's full presence.  His beauty unveiled-we will behold Him just as He is. Unrestrained-unabridged. In that land no evil can grow, no root of bitterness. Only goodness, only holiness.

God ever initiating & inviting us. Biding us to let Him lead us on. 

God the greatest gentlemen, my Knight in shining armor, my hero, my lifesaver, my Father, my brother, my lover.  God-ever romancing us with His whispers of Home. 

Home sweet Home.