Sojourn.....

Chords are struck on my guitar and my words flow after them. I sing. And the words lately pluck the unaltered chords of my own humanity. I sing from whatever my soul is needing to say. The words unrehearsed are "come and take me home". No matter how hard I try not to think about it, it seeps into me. It whispers to me. It shouts. This is not my home. God has made a place for me and the world and all its wonder and inner workings and waning is not it. My spirit inwardly groans to see God's face. And it's more than just wishing for a place like heaven it's a deep knowing that its actually there and yet I can't cross the threshold. Our culture so out of touch with the invisible God how he watches us toil and sin and laugh and rise in the mornings and rest at midnights. He keeps a vigil because God never sleeps. So he knows my longings and all the dark places in me and all the goodness he has made in me, he knows that I miss my home. The world can not understand this. But the world is subconsiously vitally aware of it. It plays out in stories. We hunger to know other worlds in fiction and in science. All the greatest stories ever told were of other places never visited. Most of us want there to be "something" else and "somewhere" else. Its not that death fascinates me, not at all it's that heaven does. And I pray knowing in my logical mind that the prayers are being heard by God in heaven and I think one day I will be seeing the God I'm praying too. Jesus said blessed are those who have beleived and not seen. I can only take hold of the word of God like boundry stones for my life.