This place is not where I belong.
As I read what God is saying to me in Isaiah, I realize that I am in exile from my real home.
Watching the violence continue to erupt each day in cities across the US, it becomes increasingly clear how far away I am from home. Seeing the bold lack of respect for authority, law and order confirms for me that this confused and evil world is not for me.
Witnessing the general lack of values and personal accountability in our culture makes me feel very uncomfortable – like I’m in a foreign land.
A couple of days ago I read that the state of California was letting thousands of criminals out of the prisons onto their streets early, not caring about the innocents who live on those streets.
This is not my home.
I could go on but the list is too long…
And God assures me that, some day, my exile will end. On that day, he will lead me out of this foreign place into my forever home where he has prepared a place for me.
I will finally be home, where I belong.
Thank you, Abba Father.