I’ve been gone a few days. I’ve been “home” for a couple.
Writing has eluded me. My mind is overloaded and my heart is sad.
Family and love call me south. Family and obligation call me north.
It looks like Interstate 5 and my trusty car will get a work out this summer. And that’s ok…
… but I do long for roots. I want to say, “this is my home – this is where I recharge – from here I branch out and I go and I do – but then I come here – home”.
North is husband and children, a blessing no doubt… but also the dark, unwelcoming house… and the gray, rainy sky… and the one who only tolerates my presence… barely.
I know where I belong because the man is here, but the rest makes no sense. Maybe it never will.
So today I read the letter Paul wrote to the people of Philippi where he talks of joy and rejoicing no matter what, and contentment, and he says “I have all I need – more than I need!” … and he wrote that from a Roman prison cell.
I think there is much to learn in that letter.
One happy thing happened while I was gone… it bloomed.
“Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable – if anything is excellent or praiseworthy – think about such things.” Philippians 4: 8