Finding My Way Home

The morning was one of those warm, muggy, wonderful days of late summer.  Even though the sky threatened to drench those who ventured outside, the promise of sun lurked behind the clouds.

With the hope of sun and the concrete presence of warmth, I ventured to the local park.  The idyllic setting of park, flowers, and lake were perfect.  The pleasure of the moment was upon me.

Every day, the physical constraints of my disease pressure me to give up.  Knowing that my struggle is not limited to mobility issues, I am determined to live with a positive attitude.  Of course this determination is easier to express in words than it is to express in deed.  At times, in the midst of the daily battle to maintain, to keep going, to fight on, I get lost.  I lose my sense of home.

But, God's beauty and nature's profusion of flora and fauna are concrete reminders that life is worth living to the fullest.  Whatever the day's challenges bring, God helps me to find my way home.

"To learn the secret of victorious living has been the heart's desire of those who love the Lord, in every generation."

Hanna Hurnard - 

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