Day 43 The Way Home

I think this is my favorite place on our road. Our driveway is just around the bend to the left and the sky is perfectly framed in the trees. The headlights from our car create a wistful feeling within.

This is the way home.

 

When I was little sometimes I would fall asleep in the car on the way home. Even though I slept, I would often wake slightly when the car would turn left or right and I would imagine where we were in my mind. I loved the sensation of being carried safely by my parents and also knowing the path home by heart. I never worried that we weren’t going to get there.

The lines I am traveling now are unfamiliar to me. Living without my parents is a new journey and I often feel lost. I long for the empathetic voice of my mom when I am feeling low. I miss talking to my dad about what I am growing in the garden this year. But God is still at the helm. He is still taking me home. He knows the way and will never leave or forsake me.

Or you.

He is good and he is God. He knows the way home.

Jeremiah 6:16 ~”This is what the Lord says: “Stand at the crossroads and look; ask for the ancient paths, ask where the good way is, and walk in it, and you will find rest for your souls.”