Heading Home

I hate it that families are always scattered across the universe. I hate having to leave loved ones or watch loved ones leave. I know it is the way of the world these days, now that we know it is round and we won't fall off the edge if we wander afar. But I still don't like it.

It is a beautiful path we will follow back home, amidst blue mountains that fade slowly into the sky as though they were all one. It is sometimes hard to distinguish where the mountain ends and the heavens begin.

And I suppose that is how it is with families. Generation begets generation and pieces of each are always with you, melding one into another. And all of us will be completely one again, listening to the final trumpet call...

The best solace of leaving is that one day we will be returning. It is the great hope of our Creator...and of this small piece of His creation.

1 Peter 2:25 NIV

For "you were like sheep going astray," but now you have returned to the Shepherd and Overseer of your souls.

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