Walking Home

Stepping out of the battlefield.  Wounded, no armor left.  Some bruises on the right shoulder, left elbow and legs.  A pierced heart, somehow bleeding.  I’m coming home Father.  It is over.  I remember seeing this certain movie, based on an epic or a myth I suppose.  A young boy was sent out to the wilderness, with only a spear on hand.  He was able to plunge the weapon into the flesh of this huge dark wild beast, planning to devour his body.  He stayed alive.  And went home carrying more strength, with all unseen weapon in his heart and mind. 

Like the Israelites  who were exiled to Babylon in the time of the great prophet Jeremiah.  I ask for the forgiveness of my sins Father.  Take me home, I was exiled.  But because of Your deliverance I’m coming home.

This time, let me begin with You.