Traveling home I sense a warm longing for the familiar. My bed with its comforting cradling holds me like a hammock stretched under starry skies in a wide open field. My kitchen with its personally designed drawers and predictable storage ushers peace and order after we lived three weeks out of suitcases. My family, my husband, my neighbors are beacons to a place I call home.
Yet, I crave the adventure of unknown spaces, faraway places of untouchable grandeur, the discovery of beauty and majesty, and the remarkable love of my Heavenly Father’s arms.
What if? What if the journey to my heavenly home was as familiar as the trip home to this earthly place I’ve grown so fond?
Oh, that I would learn the road through faith, through hope in Jesus for eternal life, as full and sweet and comforting as the place I call my home here on earth. As I near the end of my road, as I journey to my heavenly rest, may it be said of my life, I have run the race in step with grace, on the path to heaven’s throne.
by Patricia Tiffany Morris
Travel to places you’ve only imagined and to the stories in your backyard. Browse the world as a book filled with chapter upon chapter of curious and beautiful lands waiting for a visit. Be inspired, energized, encouraged, and moved within your souls. Travel, eyes open to the world the Lord God has created for you. For your life journey adventures. Twenty-four seven.