I’d never met anyone before whose parents were true hippies. Hippie enough to name their children Sunny and Dusty. And Sunny was a true flower child of the earth. What bound us together was loving this earth, delighting in its beauty so hard that it left an ache for heaven so huge inside us both that we could never seem to get enough. Time and time again we’ve re-discovered this truth together that C.S. Lewis spoke of when he said, “If I find in myself desires which nothing in this world can satisfy, the only logical explanation is that I was made for another world.” Today’s guest post is the result of all these years of musing, all those dreams for a resting place to call our own, and all those L.M. Montgomery books that made us cry and long for eternity.

Thank-you, my dear friend Sunny, for sharing.

Home.

I long for, I ache for

Home.

I have been mislead, deceived

for countless years that

Home

is a place

a house,

a property

that I need to seek out

to find

to acquire.

Hungrily, hopefully,

my eyes have sought, have searched

for a nest for myself;

a rest for myself.

Ever searching and appraising,

my heart has lost joy;

gratitude has slipped

from my hands

as I’ve stretched them out

to grasp, to acquire.

And so I ruin my own contentment,

looking in all the wrong places.

But You pull me back,

gently, firmly.

You remind me that I am

a pilgrim, a sojourner

in this life, this world.

You remind me that this earth is not my

Home,

but that You are.

Until I see you face to face

and enter the Promised Land

of Your Kingdom,

my purpose is not

to have, to acquire

but to praise,

to hope,

to delight

in You,

Your promise.

 

You’ve brought me out of Egypt,

but I still cry for it and complain;

hungering for its

petty morsels and false securities.

In looking back, I am blind to Your presence

in this wilderness,

Unmistakable

if I would just open my eyes.

Teach me, O Master,

to walk towards

Home

with joy and praise,

so that in walking with You

I can make the Valley of weeping

a place of Beauty,

Refreshment,

and Abundance.

 

Fill me, O Lord,

with strength for the journey,

and strength again

when my first wind peters out.

Show me, O Christ,

that setting my heart

and course towards

Home

Your Kingdom,

You

Is better than a thousand lifetimes of worldly comfort.

Help me, dear Jesus,

to seek You,

Abide in You,

Dwell in You.

Amen.