While driving through Seattle, John said, “Close your book, get out your computer, and write a devotional.”  So here it is, a half hour later, of which I didn’t once say, “LOOK OUT- that car is moving into our lane!”  Which I suspect was his reason for having me write…


Hey look- we’ve got next week open- how ‘bout if we take a trip?”  John and I look at each other, incredulous at the possibility.  Simply and suddenly calendars clear, permission is granted, the decision made, and plans confirmed.  We’ll drive- no wait, we’ll fly- trading motels, meals and 5 days of travel, for airfare.

Six days to visit family we love, family who need us (well, okay-people we need; namely our daughter Anna); ailing family, and family who will encourage us and who will be encouraged by us.  So off we go.  So easy. Who cares about expense?  Life is short.  For some of us, very short.  We visit, we hug, we pray, we talk and listen.  We eat BBQ’d everything, sleep, and sing.  We are each other’s history, each other’s heritage.  We’ve watched each other grow and cry, and with labored breath, get through; breathing easily once again. We’ve watched each other age, and then suddenly become young again when the strain of it all subsides because we’ve learned how to cope.

One more hug, and thengood-bye. We hand over our boarding passes and return home.  We all know who we are, and we all know we are here because of the incredible mercies of God.  We know that life is just what it is, and we continue in it because “UNDERNEATH ARE THE EVERLASTING ARMS.”

These six days, a microcosm of life.

The eternal God is thy refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms…. Deuteronomy 33:27Image

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