This is a small portion of what used to be my grandfather’s land. He used to own hundreds of acres in Texas. It was given to him by his settler relatives… his grandfather before him… long, long ago. He used to tell us stories of riding in to town (“over yonder”) on his granddaddy’s wagon to trade sweet potato and other things at the market. He passed away a few years ago and although my mother still lives on a small portion of his farm, the land has now been mostly sold and split up. My mother is more attached to it (what’s left of it) than I am, because she is there to see the morning sun rise over those pastures each day. It is a lovely sight, I have to admit. I have fond memories of spending weekends there having fun outdoors with my cousins as a kid. Chasing barn cats, riding cows, finding hide-outs in the ravines, walking with horses, catching frogs and lightning bugs…
…But I am trusting God that I will have more of a home where I am going than I could ever have here. Home towns, family farms, and favorite belongings pale in comparison to God’s promises and love. He’s worth the wait.
God is bigger than Texas.
Hebrews 11:8-10 (NIV) –
8By faith Abraham, when called to go to a place he would later receive as his inheritance, obeyed and went, even though he did not know where he was going. 9By faith he made his home in the promised land like a stranger in a foreign country; he lived in tents, as did Isaac and Jacob, who were heirs with him of the same promise. 10For he was looking forward to the city with foundations, whose architect and builder is God.
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