While attending Home Focus about ten years ago, the summer camp at my London Church, we gathered for the evening worship celebration. I believe there were two thousand of us, singing and worshiping Jesus.It was quite a night! The music was of the modern variety, but suddenly an old hymn was played by acoustic guitars. As we stood to sing, tears welled up; as memories of summer heat, the old funeral fans flapping and loads of cotton print dresses in southern Baptist churches came to mind. The band on stage was playing my grandmothers favourite old song. Then, in my spirit, I heard the words, "Will you come home? Will you accept your heritage?"
"What do you mean, Lord?" I thought to myself, "Do you want me to come home? To America?"
I didn't get an answer at that very moment, but I wondered if Father God was calling me back to the states. In these recent posts I wrote about the fact that for several generations, someone-namely my grandfather- has been "on their way" to Florida. I finally got here, and my husband and I now spend a growing number of months in our new-Florida- home town of Venice, on the Gulf of Mexico. We love it here! Yet; the more I spend my quiet time on the beach, the more I realize that while there is, indeed, a geographical re-positioning for this stage of life (I REFUSE to call this retirement!); there is also a re-positioning to be had in the spiritual realm.
The starting block of Senior Gap Year is looking at just how firm my foundation is; for flourishing in this next stage of life, in spirit, soul and body. The plot grows as I find My Tribe for the Sage Stage!
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