Tuesday, July 3, 2012

I'm Going Home

I have been away for some time now. A week and a half exactly if you're being literal. But maybe I'm not. Maybe I'm talking about the way I got *away* from the plan, the vision, the goal. Away in my mind. Away in my heart.

I just spent a super refreshing week in Texas and four-ish days in the Smoky Mountains. Am I sad to see it end so quickly? Sure! But mostly I'm just chomping at the bit to get home. Vacation always starts to make me crazy by the time it's over. I start thinking about what's waiting for me at home. I have big plans for my flowerbeds, and the pile of fabric in my craft space is begging to be made into something amazing. Oh, and pictures. I have something like 4 or 5 family shoots to do.

But on the heart front, it's God plans that I can't get out of my mind. I was gently reminded this week- several times- of the way my Dad called us and carefully placed us where we are. I was refocused and nudged to get out there and DO something. Somewhere I had adopted the mentality that if He set it in motion that I could sort of coast through- like hopping on God's bandwagon and taking a ride should be enough. I grabbed at the edge of Jesus' cloak and laid down. He's had to drag me through this move. Technically I've been going along with what He's doing. But I've been hitting my head along the way- getting the sense knocked back into me every.single.time. It's painful. Imagine where we'd be if I had grabbed His cloak and ran behind Him. I would have seen what He sees, jumped over the rocky spots, and been a help rather than a hinderance. Yes, folks. I hate to admit it, but I was slowing things down. I am so sorry for that.

They say 'home is where the heart is.' I am setting my heart on things above and soaking up God's presence in the center of His will.

It's good be home :)

1 comment:

  1. ahhhh, man do I hear ya. away. like a prodigal son, away. Not outright or even too obviously, more in my heart than in physical, everyday life - which I guess the heart is still at the center. Are you writing my story? Slowing things down? I am too good at that. yes, proper focus has been given up to business, to weariness, to ... How sad that I've whined about not being at "home" - truly, I wasn't if my heart wasn't focussed on HIM. Lord, help me find my way back home, to the place I've known with you.