Traveling Home

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Traveling Home

by Patricia Tiffany Morris

Traveling home I sense a warm longing for the familiar. My bed with its comforting cradling hold like a hammock stretched under starry skies in a wide open field. My kitchen with its personally designed drawers and predictable storage. My family, my husband, my neighbors. Yet, I crave the adventure of unknown spaces, 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 learn the road through faith, through hope in eternal life with Jesus, as full and sweet and comforting as the place I call my home here on earth. As I near the end of the 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