Going Home

There’s just something about going home . . .

We’ve moved home.

Back to the place of our childhoods, the town where we grew up and went to school, dated and married. A place of precious family and friends, many who’ve made their homes here while we were making our way in other places; a lineage of familiarity encircling and bringing us back around.

So many of our memories have their origins here. In brick and mortar, walls speak of priceless gatherings where houses and yards were filled to the brim. And there are also memories of struggle and grief and we once again weep for the pillars we’ve lost along the way.

The constants of winter landscapes, lakes and rivers, the South Carolina sky - we find we are home.

There’s another home I long to visit as often as possible and especially when I’m feeling out of sorts. 

It’s the quiet place within my heart where I spend peaceful moments with Jesus. It’s the green pastures and the quiet waters that bring me to a comforting closeness with Him, soothing my anxieties and restoring the hope that I can lose in the heaviness of a day. He speaks blessings over me and quiets my runaway thoughts with His promises.

I can be in His presence in my heart and mind anytime - in spite of and in the midst of all the searching and the busyness of my life. 

He’s always right there. 

Waiting for me to arrive.

Singing His song of love.

And though now and again I forget to seek Him, when I come to the end of myself I search and find - I’m cradled with the relief found only in His presence. 

It is slowing and reordering. A perfect calm. 

This is the circling back I do again and again, to that place of perfect peace. 

Are you searching, too?

Find yourself home with Him.

There’s just something about going home…

Today is a GOOD day!

Natalie