There is something
comforting about looking up into the predawn sky and seeing the moon and stars,
there as always, adding sparks of light to the darkness. It speaks to me of the quiet faithfulness of
God; always there, quietly revealing Himself to everyone, but only seen by
those who take the time to look. He
consistently tells His children to “remember, don’t forget all I have done for
you”, from then, until now, and forever.
His children did
not remember, and forgot, over and over again.
But He stayed true and continued to reveal Himself time after time,
after time, after time, from then, until now, and forever.
It is suffering
and sadness that brings me back to that comfort place that only God
provides. He is my home base that this
world has never provided for me. The
older I get the more of a homebody I become; not only physically but
spiritually as well. I have no desire to
be wandering around, far from His Presence anymore. I have had my days of adventure, of going
around exploring this and that. I found
many pleasant places to be; for awhile.
But they were only places I liked to visit; there were not home to
me. Over the years I explore less; the
sense of adventure of this new place or that new idea has waned. I enjoy be home and simply being in His
Presence, listening to His voice. My
heart and soul are cloistered in His love and that is all I need or want.
In those times
when I am feeling sad or homesick I need only to look up into the predawn sky and
find the true and faithful Light that shines bright for me to see. Then I remember what for a moment I have
forgotten; this world isn’t my home.
