
"Who will bring Israel salvation from Zion?
When Yahweh brings his people home,
What joy for Jacob, what happiness for Israel!
Psalm 14:7
This fall I went 'home'. Well not really but I stopped in Weston, Oregon, the first place I lived as a child. Weston sits in the rolling wheat fields of Northeast Oregon right on the edge of the Blue Mountains. It is literally not even on the road to nowhere now as the highway has long sense gone around it.
In returning to this place I had the chance to look at the memories of my early life. I realized the house I had thought I grew up in didn't look a lot like the house that I actually did live in. Somethings were the same but much smaller now then they seemed to be when I was 5. There wasn't a lot of emotional attachment for me to Weston. I think I had only actually been back there once maybe twice sense we moved and that had to be maybe 40 years ago. But because I had the time and was within several hundred miles I knew that I not only wanted to but needed to go home.
I was actually very surprised at what happened there. What started out as
curiosity and a chance to get some pictures to show my kids and others of where I had lived as a child turned into something much more. The only way to really say it was that God lead me home. It seems that God wanted to do some work in me there and the location triggered a lot of things that I wasn't expecting. What started out as a tracing of roots turned into a healing of hurts. I couldn't have done it without God leading the way and gently inviting me to go to places that I had not wanted to go before. But the result was great joy!
Going home isn't always to
celebrations, sometimes it is to embrace pain that needs to be healed. Having gone home with God at my side I have a new appreciation to the joy that only he can bring.