The Yellow Brick Road To Home
The Wizard of Oz. Now THERE'S a movie I love to
watch! A hundred years ago when I was 10, it would come on once a
year. Those were the days before VCR's and DVR's and being able to
record 16 shows all at the same time. You actually had to be present
when it came on and there was no fast-forwarding through commercials.
Bathroom breaks were scheduled and I would be ready with popcorn,
blanket and my favorite spot on the sofa two hours before it was
scheduled to come on. Every - Single - Time.
There's something about flying over the
rainbow.....dropping smack down in a new beautiful world....and starting
the journey to find Home. Having to walk an unfamiliar road and
meeting the brainless scarecrows, the heartless people who have rusted
from much rain in their lives, and the cowardly lions who carry fear in
their heart everywhere they go.
It always reminds me that my journey on this earth
is just that........a journey. It's a bleep on the radar in the whole
story of my eternity. I have been the scarecrow.....scatterbrained,
making bizarre choices without the guidance of God......and I have been
the heartless tin man as I passed people up needing help, time and time
again....and I have carried fear in that most coveted of places next to
my heart.
But I long to be Dorothy......always looking
ahead.....to the Finish Line....Heaven. The FAITH to know that if I
just keep walking....if I just keep pressing on and keep my eye on the
Prize and stop focusing on the road I'm walking and concentrate instead
on the destination, one day I will top a hill and I will see it. Home.
I long for Home. I long in a way that brings tears to my eyes and a desperation in the deepest parts of my soul. I can't wait to get Home.
Some day I'll wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where troubles melt like lemon drops,
Way above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me
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