This morning I woke, with this beautiful mountain view. And do you know what? What I really want is to be near my home, and see my mountains and hug the necks of my people. Because, in case you didn’t hear – a young man used bullets to tear apart homes and hearts – and tried to destroy our hope and our courage.
Here I sit staring at these mountains, in disbelief, and I realize – what I really need, is the God who made these, and the mountains just a few miles from my home; He is the God who promises refuge in trouble, strength in trials, peace in the struggle. He is mighty to save.
So, I’ve been reading Psalm 61 this morning, with a heart that desperately wants to believe and rest…
1Hear my cry, O God;
Attend to my prayer.
2 From the end of the earth I will cry to You,
When my heart is overwhelmed;
Lead me to the rock that is higher than I.
3 For You have been a shelter for me,
A strong tower from the enemy.
4 I will abide in Your tabernacle forever;
I will trust in the shelter of Your wings. Selah5 For You, O God, have heard my vows;
You have given me the heritage of those who fear Your name.
6 You will prolong the king’s life,
His years as many generations.
7 He shall abide before God forever.
Oh, prepare mercy and truth, which may preserve him!
8 So I will sing praise to Your name forever,
That I may daily perform my vows.
I’ve been thinking… Maybe its more accurate to say, I’m not just longing for Chattanooga, my home. This tragedy brings a deeper longing in my heart for eternal things, for Heaven where we will be with Him forever.
Oh to be Home.
Hi Mel We miss you too. All seems OK tho’. Good writing.
Mom and Dad
Amen Melody! You said it well. My heart was so sad to hear of the carnage in Chattanooga yesterday. I certainly share your thoughts of longing to be “home”.