going home

Last night our family watched the movie The Hundred-Foot Journey. The story is powerful, rich, and resonated deeply with me.  The young man, Hassan, is challenged and encouraged to stay closely united and in someways, tethered, to his family. Hassan’s balance between roots and wings is a beautiful example of growing up and going home.

Next week, my family and I are traveling to my home state to visit my folks.  I am looking forward to it, time in familiarity, time with those whose laughter I could pick out of a crowd.  Those whose touch reminds me I am treasured and I am welcome.

Heaven is another home I am looking forward to seeing.  This home will be unlike any I have ever experienced.  It too will have a familiarity, as I am the daughter of the Most High God and it the home He has prepared for me. It too, will have people I know, whose laugh I have missed, whose touch I long for today.

But Heaven will be the very place where the touch of my Heavenly Father will welcome me into a place where I belong, a place where I am treasured, prized, valued, and loved.

Not from any single thing I have done.  No, the actions I have taken in my life are far from the kind that would encourage the gates of Heaven to open.  It is because of the Life, Death, and Resurrection of Christ, whose Amazing Grace has been poured out on me that I will enter into my Heavenly home.

What about you?  Have you finally let go of the baggage, the hurts, the pain, the sorrow, and placed them into the hands of Jesus?  Have you asked for Him to come in and wipe away the darkness and replace it with His wonderful light?

Ask Him.  He will come into your heart, your life, just like He did mine over twenty-five years ago, to forgive the damage you have caused and heal the damage caused by others. Call out to the One who has been calling out to you since Creation began.  He loves you that much,  you are treasured, you are precious.

It’s time to come home to the arms of the Everlasting Father who stands with His arms wide open — waiting for you.

Come home.

About gretchenr17

Wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend. Writer, farmer, fellow sojourner... at every turn I learn a bit more about God's wild mercies.
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