greater things

During a prayer the other night, a vivid image came to me from the vantage point of a mountain cabin’s porch. 

Before me were tall shoots of evergreens, dense as a wall.

Up my spine and into my heart went shivers of home and peace, familiar with this kind of scene.

I wasn’t sure how this was supposed to affect my prayer, so I just thanked God that our souls find rest in Him. God is Home because before I ever chose Him, He extended to me the greatest hospitality known to mankind.

This hospitality thing has been tugging on my heart since August.

Now recently, Jake and I began meeting regularly with good friends who are also newly married. We parted with the exhortation to seek God’s will for us as a unit. How may we, as a married unit, serve Christ and people? How might God already be using us?

The first thing that came to my mind was hospitality.

I really love to have people over, to welcome them with food and a couch.

And if you ever knew Jake …
well, you’d know how he has a way of listening to people and making anyone feel at home anywhere.

So I just have the slightest idea that maybe, possibly in the big picture, God’s calling for us it to offer hospitality.

To offer a safe place.

But I want to pray about it more and not jump to my own conclusions.

So when my coworkers and I all took a retreat on Monday, I brought this to God right away.

Again, an image of mountains and trees before my eyes.

But this time I realized how funny it is that we will probably never move to the mountains. Mountains have been a theme in my prayer life for years, but they are just too far away from family and we simply haven’t been called there.

So how funny is it that while I may never settle in the landscape where I have a physical sense of home, I do so enjoy helping others feel at home.

I write about home a lot.

Is it because I moved across the country at 9?

Or moved away for good at 18?

Who knows.