Dorothy had it right: There’s no place like home.
In 2012, I spent 10 days in the hospital in May and then seven days in June. When I exited that sterile environment, tears welled up from deep in my gut as I drove toward my house. I missed my bed with the fluffy pillow that fits my head perfectly. I couldn’t wait to curl up on the couch next to my man and “just be.”
Home is a sanctuary from the raging storm.
I’ve been nesting and nurturing my man back to health at my home-base for a few weeks now, but this weekend, adventure beckoned me to break away for some fun, and I heeded its alluring call.
On paper, my plans sounded fantastic. I imagined sumptuous food, laughter, and a refreshing evening.
However, I stayed up too late the night before in an effort to check everything off my to-do list. So, when the alarm went off at a God-forsaken hour of the morning, I looked into the mirror and discovered ginormous black circles under my tired eyes. I wanted to crawl back under the covers, but my “fun agenda” required an early start. Two Advils later, I walked out the door of my cozy haven and into the brisk morning air.
I didn’t need directions to the venue because the location was a familiar one. Thinking I “had it covered,” I tucked the tickets to the event in my overstuffed bag and rushed off to work.
Everything was going as planned. I left work at 4 PM, picked up my partner in crime, and stopped at our favorite restaurant where we shared a lovely meal and engaging conversation.
The girlish chatter continued as we drove to the nearby venue. A helpful parking attendant directed us to the appropriate spot, and I rejoiced that we managed to get a space right by the door. The valet directed us to follow the red carpet to the entrance, and I started walking.
But then I stopped mid-step. Something felt wrong. All day long, I ‘d traveled in this direction, but suddenly, a radar was sounding off in my mind.
I back tracked to the valet. “What event are you hosting here tonight?”
I almost cried when he said it was an event for Cigar aficionados.
That’s when my best friend looked down and noted that our wrist band tickets said “Beth Moore Miami” on them. We were about an hour north of the event, and it was rush hour.
“We can do this!” my friend exclaimed. Her enthusiasm re-energized my deflated spirit, and we jumped on I-95 heading south. I called my husband to let him know I’d be home later than originally expected, and we continued our girl gab fest in the bumper to bumper traffic.
I am not exactly sure how I lost my way, really. I just know that about 30 minutes later, I decided to “stay left,” and I ended up heading west on the road to nowhere.
A U-turn would solve my problem, for sure. Right? I got off the foreign, unknown highway and jumped on the only on-ramp that appeared.
The road curved madly to the left, and to my chagrin, I realized I’d jumped on the express lane traveling north. Cones blocked off the special lanes. I couldn’t exit for miles as Beth Moore disappeared in my rear-view mirror.
How about we just go get some ice cream? I suggested. Ice cream makes everything better.
When I got home two hours later, I collapsed on the couch like a battle-scarred soldier who’d fought an epic battle.
Home is a haven that heals and restores.
This morning, I read Peterson’s translation of Psalm 90: “God, it seems you’ve been our home forever; long before the mountains were born, Long before you brought earth itself to birth, from ‘once upon a time’ to ‘kingdom come’—you are God.”
Sabbath is a returning home. God is my dwelling place — a refuge from the war that threatens to swallow me whole. Rather than rushing on in the wrong direction, I must choose rest and allow Him to renew me.
Sabbath is a surrender. I don’t know which way to go without Him. To avoid the road to nowhere, I must head home and allow Him to help me relocate my True North.
Have you lost your way? Get off the road for a bit.
Head home. A cozy spot close to His heart has your name on it.
Let’s Talk: How do you find your way home when you get lost on the road to nowhere?
Join me in 2016 and #ChooseRest.
I am sharing “Head Home” and joining like-minded sisters at Give Me Grace, Weekend Whispers, Spiritual Sundays, Faith-Filled Friday, Blessing Counters, Live Free Thursday, Grace Moments, Tell His Story, Coffee for Your Heart, Three-Word Wednesday, Purposeful Faith’s RaRaLinkup, Rich-Faith Rising, Testimony Tuesday, and Sharing His Beauty.