I spent this past weekend driving from Northern California to Fresno to San Luis Obispo back to Fresno and then finally back to Northern California.
Fresno is where I grew up and where my parents and one of my sisters still live. I like Fresno. I love the agricultural setting, and the closeness to the national parks. Being in Fresno brings back a lot of good memories, and I have some good friends in the area. Fresno holds a fond spot in my heart.
Then what is NOT to like about San Luis Obispo. My sister and her family live there. The weather is beautiful, the town exudes that college town energy, it has a vibrant downtown area and just enough history to hold anyone’s interest.
However, even though I was with family and in two places I love to be, I still felt a sense of unrest. That disquietude did not disappear until I made it over the final hill a little over five hours later and saw MY town. Suddenly, there was a peace, a comfort, a sense of security. I have lived in this town for more than 26 years, longer than anywhere else. This is home. I know the landmarks, the names of the mountains, rivers, and even creeks. I can find my way around. Most of my friends, my colleagues, golfing buddies, bible study sisters are all here. My house, too, is a haven.
I know Heaven is going to be beautiful beyond belief, and I can’t wait to actually see Jesus face to face. But what I am most looking forward to is that overwhelming sense of peace and comfort and security that comes from finally being home.
Fresno is where I grew up and where my parents and one of my sisters still live. I like Fresno. I love the agricultural setting, and the closeness to the national parks. Being in Fresno brings back a lot of good memories, and I have some good friends in the area. Fresno holds a fond spot in my heart.
Then what is NOT to like about San Luis Obispo. My sister and her family live there. The weather is beautiful, the town exudes that college town energy, it has a vibrant downtown area and just enough history to hold anyone’s interest.
However, even though I was with family and in two places I love to be, I still felt a sense of unrest. That disquietude did not disappear until I made it over the final hill a little over five hours later and saw MY town. Suddenly, there was a peace, a comfort, a sense of security. I have lived in this town for more than 26 years, longer than anywhere else. This is home. I know the landmarks, the names of the mountains, rivers, and even creeks. I can find my way around. Most of my friends, my colleagues, golfing buddies, bible study sisters are all here. My house, too, is a haven.
I know Heaven is going to be beautiful beyond belief, and I can’t wait to actually see Jesus face to face. But what I am most looking forward to is that overwhelming sense of peace and comfort and security that comes from finally being home.
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