Let's Go Home

 

The other day our family went to the Stone Mountain Laser Show. We brought the mandatory KFC and loaded up the car for a picnic and headed out. When we got there we ate, threw the Frisbee and did the Macarena (they were playing it there). We had a great time.

Our four year old seemed to have the best time. The idea of a picnic to her is fascinating. Being able to eat on the grass on a blanket is second only to sleeping in a blanket and chair fort in the living room. But as we got closer to showtime, she started asking about the fireworks. The year before she became a turtle anytime there were fireworks. I can't blame her. They are still too loud for me.

Just as the show started, she covered her ears and said, "I want to go home. I want to go home!"

She does this when something upsets her. If she falls and skins her knee at the grocery store, she wants to go home. If she had a bad dream while on vacation, she wants to go home. If she gets wigged out by fireworks, she wants to go home.

I can't blame her. When things start to trouble me, I want a safe place to go so I can get away from all the bad things around me.

But for me, home isn't about a place anymore. Home is about my relationship with God. Psalm 21:3 says 

"For You are my rock and my fortress;
Therefore, for Your name’s sake,
Lead me and guide me."

When things start to get scary for me, I remember the One who guides me and I rest assured that I am home.

Our four year old ended up, liking the fireworks. She was still shaking but enjoyed them all the same. And what does she do when she's home and get's scared? She says, "I want my mommy!"
But that's a message for a different day.

Until Everyone Hears,

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Anonymous said…
I remember saying that 7 yrs ago this Dec. I was facing open heart surgery, valve replacement. I panicked as the day was aproaching. Thank you for reminding me. Can't wait to read your BOOK ! ! !

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