Home...away from Home

"There's no place like home, Auntie Em....there's no place like home!!"
K, well, I don't have the ruby red slippers to click and I have no dog named Toto, but...I am so thoroughly blessed and grateful to be back home again.
There's just something about home. Back to the quietness of the country, to long walks in my meadow, talks with my parents, the solitude and quiet of my room, and most of all, time spent at the feet of Christ.
This semester has been a long one and, in some ways, a hard one. But the Lord lovingly, gently, reminded me that in my weakness, He carries me; in my frailty He gives me breath and strength; in the night He is my Song; in the darkness He Alone is my Light; in my nothingness He is my All.
Christianity cannot be reduced to a God we view with reference to how He makes us--allows us--to feel. It cannot, should not, must not. Nor can it be reduced to a God we view in reference to what He can or has or will do for us. True, God meets our every need. True, He gives peace that passes understanding. But if this is how we view Him...in reference to our own, self-centered experiences, we have a shamedly small, unworthy view of Him. God is far, far greater than the ways in which we (often selfishly) experience Him. May He open the eyes of our understanding that we may see even a small portion of His greatness--and worship Him as He Alone demands and deserves.
To be home is wonderful...but how much greater to be Home in the presence of an Eternal, Immortal, Invisible King Who called us to be His heirs.