What a great song for this rainy winter Monday morning in Georgia. Close your eyes, sip your hot coffee, and take a listen.
I then thought about the word pilgrimage and some thoughts I shared with you all several years back when my family and I were still living up in North Carolina.
Sharing them again because maybe you need a reminder (like we all do at times) to hold on… even if the pilgrimage is far from pleasant right now.
I love the word pilgrimage. I’ve decided it’s because that word reminds me of things like discovery, perseverance, and determination. A pilgrimage isn’t an outing to Walmart. (Thank God! ;)) It’s not a two-hour excursion. A pilgrimage requires a decision to commit for the long haul, through the ups, the downs, the lack of understanding and the questions. It’s a decision of faith our heart makes to keep trusting and to keep holding on when there is only enough light to see the next step.
About once a year my husband and I pack up the car with our beautiful son and our stinky dog and make the 11 hour trip down to North Georgia to visit my husband’s family. On the first excursion about 9 years ago when my son was only a couple of months old (and we had two stinky dogs instead of one in the car) my husband looked at me and said something that we now say every year when we pull out of the driveway to make the long trip. “Okay…let’s agree on something right now…we will still be married when we get there.”
I sometimes think we should have this same conversation with the Lord the moment our eyes open in the morning and before our feet hit the floor.
Okay, Lord, no matter how rough this road gets today, at the end of the day…I still choose You!