Sitting on a plane

My thoughts are running about a thousands miles faster than this plane. Even though I can never seem to remember what I did a few days ago, God has given me a heart to feel where my journey has taken me. There is a lot to say about this recent trip to my homeland, the place I grew up. Even though it has been years since I lived there having family there makes it home for me. It's pretty amazing to know that Heaven is also our home. That while we are foreigners on earth we feel connected back home through the Holy Spirit.

We are all tourist on this journey. We see this more frequently in those who do not see it that way. Walking around with paper maps in shapes of there broken hearts. Looking for the place that doesn't exist. We are placing it on tables, dirty with the troubles of this world. Never able to locate the "You are here" in their heart-shaped maps. Walking aimless in a direction lead by what is seen but never the unseen. Like a carrot dangling over their head.

I can't say that I know where I will end up but I trust the navigator of my heart. A GPS that never fails. Jesus is my pilot in this maze of life and I may not be able to see out the window of this plane but I trust the pilot knows the way. So I sit here waiting to disembark in my next location of the journey.





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Location:30,000 ft above land

Exit

Sometimes my thoughts will get the best of me. I can go back to many instances in my life where I actually see and hear myself sabotaging myself. I remember I have been the type of person who during a conversation, I would think ahead of the conversation just so I can manipulate the topic in a way where I knew the next statement. Like a game of chess. It was a mess.

As I am writing I can laugh at myself but that's because I exited outside my own self-destructive personality and now can humbly say I have new purpose. That need to be right at all times is gone. I realized that the desire to make a point was really fear. I had been afraid for so long that others will have some authority over me. Its not like that anymore. I find that my authority figure is a loving God who wants to see me joyful. (Psalm 37:1-6)

With that reassurance, what is your heart telling you today?