There were so many potential blog posts this morning. The sound of my hood as I walked in the rain. The sun peeking through the clouds, promising a rainbow. The tide pools, full of life. The stillness. Ultimately, though, the word that came to me was “home.” As I rounded that last bend on the shore and saw the faint rainbow over the rock where the black oystercatchers are nesting, ”home” hit me right in the heart.
I am so fortunate to be at peace where I am. To be in a place where I can find rest and refreshment. Where I feel so strongly connected to God and God’s magnificent creation. Where I find my humanity validated and restored.
What is home to you, and where do you find it? Is it along the shore? In the high mountains? In the hilly countryside? Along a river or on the plains? Maybe it is in a city, with the noise and bustle of humanity. Or a village with its quieter rhythms of life. Is it in music, or art, or a favorite book? Is it in quiet contemplation, or conversation with a beloved? Where does your soul cry “home?”
If you find yourself there today, rejoice. If you can access a memory of it, rest there a while. If you have not yet found it, seek it. It may be found within or without. But it wills to be found. Because where your soul is at home is God.
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