Coming Home

Returning to all that’s familiar is a comfort that has weight. Safety shares a coin with responsibility, and as it flips, all the to-dos flash in a blur. 

But the One who breathed out the idea of spaces, then filled them all with glorious reflections, is just as in control as when you left. He knows your going and your coming. What you long to lay down and how you will rise up. 

Nothing you hoped to leave behind or were surprised to pick up along the way is outside of his sovereign hand. All we sojourners travel, always seen and loved, in predetermined flight patterns until the day we truly come Home.

Photo by Jonathan Cooper on Unsplash


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