It seems that no matter how much I think I have drawn closer to the Lord, the wandering is inevitable. You get that?
Like Billy’s path in the Family Circus cartoon, I wander all over the place. Back and forth, around and recrossing the prior path. Up into the tire swing hanging from the tree and over to hopping the sidewalk around the fire hydrant. Yet Billy always makes it home to where Mom and Dad are waiting for him with loving arms and sustenance.
Like Billy, I wander. Back and forth. To and fro. I guess the attention span gets shorter and shorter and I must keep moving on. Anybody relate?
Also like Billy, we need to check in with home base. Our playground is not so safe as Billy’s. There are giants in the land. Everywhere we look. We aren’t equipped to tangle with them on our own. Wandering away is easier.
But coming home is better. True home is the safe place. Its where our hearts are healed, our hands are given meaningful work, equipping takes place and a listening ear is always open to hear our words. Whether words of praise, petition or anguish.
Abba Father is still waiting for us with open arms no matter where our feet have wandered. We have never been out of His sight.
Come home, come home. His arms are wide.