Traveling: Destination Decisions

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Our next trip is to Lancaster—plowed fields, horse drawn buggies, and home-cooked meals with far too many carbs and calories. I’ve checked the forecast so I’ll know how to pack, made reservations in our favorite hotel, and purchased tickets for Sight & Sound. I can feel my body relax just thinking about it.

We choose a destination, make travel plans, and sketch out an itinerary. Or, we enroll for the course, apply for the job, make an offer on the house. We choose a church, prepare for a birth, cook for guests. We upsize and downsize, change cars and careers, watch our kids move out and our parents age out. Even when unseen, there’s change on the horizon, welcome and unwelcome, with disappointments and opportunities.

We’re always on a road to somewhere, traveling to a destination or toward a goal. What road are you now on? Is it long or short, bumpy or smooth, city traffic or country lane, toll road or scenic route? Are you happy to travel this road or longing for the trip to end?

It’s to our advantage to remember that life is merely a journey, not our destination. The many mini destinations of life are simply stops along the road to our final, great destiny, where the roads are gold, the water clear as crystal, and the neighborhoods vibrant. There are no detours, potholes, or disappointing accommodations. The food is great and the company even greater. There’s no crowding, no distress, and nothing holding us back.

So, pause in your earthly journey and remember your true destination. It puts life in perspective and makes current frustrations and disappointments tolerable. Psalm 84:5-7 always encourages me (emphases mine).

Blessed are those whose strength is in you,
whose hearts are set on pilgrimage.
As they pass through the Valley of Baka [weeping],
they make it a place of springs;
the autumn rains also cover it with pools.
They go from strength to strength,
till each appears before God in Zion.

My friends, the path we’re now walking is part of a pilgrimage. By faith, let’s turn the places of weeping into life-giving springs and move from strength to strength—soon we’ll reach our ultimate destination and it will be worth the challenges we pass along the way.

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I Love the Fall

The Lighter Side

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I love to see the trees clothed in orange, red and yellow, and watch the leaves gently float to the ground, offering a delightful swish when I walk through them.

I love the return of fleecy sweatshirts and fuzzy sweaters and the weight of an extra blanket on my bed.

I love fall’s crisp air, crisp apples and apple crisp. I love homemade applesauce, apple cider, and apples covered with caramel.

I love orange pumpkins sitting on front porches, all friendly and bright; toasted pumpkin seeds, pumpkin breads, and pumpkin pies with real whipped cream (but not pumpkin lattes, thank you.)

I love the warm glow of windows in the early darkness, allowing me stolen glimpses into homes of strangers.

I love mums of yellow, purple and burnt orange (my favorite); showy cabbages flaunting curly leaves of white or purple; and colorful gourds, round or elongated, bumpy or striped.

I love the way fall rouses my heart and inspires me and fills me with gratitude, as if preparing me for its crescendo at Thanksgiving.

I love the seasonal reminder that God is faithful and oversees everything. And that the Creator of fall and winter, spring and summer is good—and, like His creation, He is very, very beautiful.

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