Landmarks on the Journey Home

            As I drove home from work yesterday, I was feeling such exhaustion that I could barely endure the thought of the miles that still stretched before.  “Home” almost seemed elusive. The 22 mile commute was something I had been doing for more than a year.  Usually it was enjoyable, but today, I just wanted to be home.  As I began to notice landmarks along the way, it helped me focus on how close I was to my destination.  There was the man sitting on his painted horse, just as he does every afternoon at this hour.  (I never have figured out why he does this unless it is to watch the sunset, or train his horse to stand quietly or perhaps to bring attention to his Horse Riding School)  Now I am passing the mighty Oak Tree that finally succumbed to the constant battering winds and has fallen into the pond where now the ducks swim in and out of the branches.  Oh and there on the left is the Cross Brand Cowboy Church sign.  I’m getting close to home and feeling invigorated with renewed energy.  I’m almost there.  This reverie reminded me of a day in August, 2005 when I was taking my three-year-old grandson, Connor home from a visit.  He had spent three days with his Papa and me, and now we had begun the 2 ½ hour journey.

            As we began to get closer to his home, he began to fidget with restlessness.  “I’m ready to see my Mommy,” he said.  “Nonna, May I use your phone and call her?”

            Listening to his conversation with his mom, I detected that his mom was asking for landmarks.  He’d say, “Nonna, what can we see now?”  I’d answer, “Burger King.”  He would relay this to his mom.  She apparently was telling him what to look for next.  As we called off one then another, and another, he became more and more excited

            “Nonna, how much further?”

            “Tell your mommy we just passed the Wal-Mart store.”

            “Nonna, Nonna, it’s just two minutes till I see my mommy!”

            By this time I wasn’t needed in the conversation.  It was all about what he and his mom were discussing.  I simply was along for the ride.

            “Mommy, we just turned on our street!”

            “Mommy, we’re at the top of the hill!”

            “Mommy, are you watching for me?  Hurry, we’re coming down the hill!”

            I glanced into the rear view mirror and saw Connor practically dancing in his infant seat.

            “Mommy, I see you!  I see you!  I see you!”

            There she stood beside the driveway with her phone pressed to her ear.  She was still talking to him as she opened the van door and embraced him.  Her son had come home!

            As I reflected upon this beautiful reunion of my daughter with her son, I recalled the words of composer, Dick Baker, “longing, longing for Jesus.  I have a longing in my heart for Him.  Just to be near Him, to feel His presence, I have a longing in my heart for Him.”

            This journey we call life, will someday conclude.  I’m sure there will be milestones and landmarks along the way, but I know the precious sight I just experienced will keep me focused on the journey’s end.  Jesus will talk me Home to his welcoming embrace.


2 responses to this post.

  1. This article just took me back about 7 years! Wow! I remember that exact moment! Thanks for sharing and putting it in eternal perspective!


  2. […] Landmarks on the Journey Home […]


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