Updated: Nov 18, 2021
Reflections on Hebrews 11:8
Morning by morning, day after day, through the changing seasons of life, we make our “home in the promised land” of God’s holy, true Word.
It’s the place we let our hair down, the place where there’s no pretense, no fronts, no keeping it all together.
A place that’s real. And raw. And revealing.
A place of tears and sorrows, but also laughter and joy.
Abundant, oft’ unspeakable, joy.
After all, it’s home.
It’s our blazing hearth and much-needed warmth during the frigid, blistering winds of life.
A place of solitude, calm and quiet that shuts out the clamoring noises competing for an audience of one.
It’s our counsel, our correction, our comfort.
The sacred place where the Trinity at work is so masterfully authenticated. So beautifully showcased.
In the Land of Promise. . .of Hope. . .of Longing.
The only home a “stranger in a foreign land” is truly at peace, truly at rest.
The earthly dwelling our good, sweet Father so wisely provided, as we pilgrimage to our Forever Home.