Sittin' On The Front Porch Waiting...

While talking with a friend on the phone last evening, he began to describe to me where he would love to be at that very moment. "Here's my dream, Kim. Let me describe it to you. I would love to be at a cabin, in the mountains, sitting on the porch and sipping a cup of coffee. Just watching the squirrels, and hanging out..."

As you all know, I love the mountains. Sitting on the porch at my favorite cabin is heaven on earth to me. My friends verbal painting caused me to think of our Heavenly Father. Picture this: Our Father sitting on the front porch of a cabin, watching, His eyes searching the horizon for one of His children to show up in the far distance. He is searching, waiting, watching. All at once He sees His child far in the distance. He stands to His feet, reaching out his arms. As the child slowly approaches, head down, feeling ashamed, our Father turns and steps off the porch. The child never leaves His sight. He begins to walk faster toward His child, calling his name. The child begins to look up, remembering where he came from, remembering the days he walked with his Father. It seems so long ago, and yet our Father feels like no time has passed.

Our Fathers steps quicken, until He is running. The child sees His Father running, arms wide opened. As he views this magnificent sight, he begins to look straight ahead. Their eyes lock. Then the child begins to run. The miles that once separated them no longer exist. Instead, they are within inches of one another. And the child falls...he falls into our Fathers arms. Over come with relief, joy and peace, he begins to cry. Immediately our Father is crying tears of joy. "Oh my child, I've been sitting on the front porch waiting. I've never forgotten. Never once have you left my mind. Welcome home, child. Let's sit down, have some coffee, and relax together. You are finally back where you belong."

I don't know about you, but I have certainly had my moments where I have been that child walking over the horizon, head down, feeling ashamed. Without fail, my Father has stood to His feet and ran to greet me. We have both shed tears of joy.

As I grow older, those times seem to be farther and farther apart. I am learning to never let my Father leave my sight. Life is much easier if we never walk away from where we belong. If I keep my eyes locked into His eyes, safety and love abound. There's no place safer than that front porch with my Father. For me, that's Home.

This blog was inspired by a conversation with my friend David, and by this song, "Come On Home" by Brady Toops. (give it a listen. It's an awesome song). All glory, praise and honor to Him!
Much Love everyone!
Kim