To Come Home

I've been in Oklahoma for a week visiting and having fun with my daughter and two little granddaughters; and dodging tornados that, thankfully, missed where they lived. We spent some time one night in the hallway under pillows and mattresses, determined to cover the girls and save them, no matter the cost to us personally. Kind of like what Jesus did for us on the cross.

I've come home exhausted, my back hurting, and totally brain dead. It's like "a blog??? What's that???" Can anyone identify? All I can think to post is this prayer by Richard Foster from his book "Prayer", that so aptly decribes what I need now (and all the time).

"God aches over our distance and preoccupation. He mourns that we do not draw near to Him. He weeps over our obsession with muchness and manyness. He longs for our presence. And He is inviting you-and me-to come home to that for which we were created. His arms are stretched wide to receive us. For too long we have been in a far country-of noise and hurry, of push and shove, of frustration and fear. And He welcomes us home-to peace and joy, friendship and openness, intimacy and acceptance. We do not need to be shy. He invites us into the living room of His heart, where we can put on old slippers and share freely. He invites us into the kitchen of His friendship, the dining room of His strength, the study of His wisdom, and the workshop of His creativity. He invites us into the bedroom of His rest, new peace is found, a place of deepest intimacy, where we know and are known."