In the classic story, “The Incredible Journey,” three beloved pets trek hundreds of miles to find their way safely home. Faced with difficult circumstances, injuries, and detours, they eventually reach their destination safely.
As ministry wives, we can often relate to those little animals’ saga. We also know the urgency of making our way back to our homes. When the going gets tough, when we don’t feel well, when we need encouragement, we instinctively know to “head for home.” It seems that no matter where we are or what we are doing, there truly is “no place like home.”
This became a reality to me a few weeks ago when, on an itinerary far away from my own home, I became very ill. In His goodness, God kicked in some some of His beyond-human strength, and I was able to continue and finish my trip. God abundantly blessed. But then I began the long trek home. Sick as I was, miserable as I was, weary as I was, the focus was to get home. Home is where healing takes place and where refreshment and nourishment are abundant.
During what seemed like endless flights and connections, in the darkness of the long ride, it occurred to me that as focused as I was to make it to my home, there was a longer and better journey: when we make our last trip to our heavenly home. No matter how difficult our days on this earth have been, no matter what illness or heartache or crises we have endured. No matter what discouragement and despair we have experienced, it will all be okay when we arrive Home. Walking through our new front doors, we will finally eternally enjoy all the safety, security, good health, good times, paid for by our Wonderful Jesus.
See you there!