I have dreamed of a time when my heart is nestled safely in Faith’s home. Where there is not a degree of space for doubt to live nor opportunity for its conniving hand to come knocking.
In my vision, I would stay in this home for a lifetime, my feet graced by a floor becoming ever more solid with the passing years. I would have no fear of the forces outside. I could not be persuaded to leave no matter how massive the coming storm.
If, beyond the walls, a distracting cacophony should urge me to leave for a period, I would not be tempted to even glimpse through a peep-hole in the back door. I would rest safely in Faith’s home until my time to go. And as I move into a place where no walls are needed, those around me will give tribute to the Builder of the home, where I rested, for a lifetime.
Beautiful, Mark. I believe you would not be tempted to even look through the peep-hole.
Glad you wrote this week.
Sabra,
Thanks for the encouragement. It’s amazing how just a list of words can help me get started on something. Otherwise I just sit there wondering what to write!
Mark
I love the imagery in this one. It reads like a dream. And what a fantastic dream it is!
Jac,
Thanks. I had a kind of wishful, dreamy feeling when I wrote it. 🙂
ILYM