Spring of Life.

In the beginning
before God turned on the light,
or started Adam's life-blood beating,
he stretched out his arms
leaned back in his chair
and declared himself home
on his Holy Mountain.
Zion.

Home unimaginable.
The home of love.
The home of peace and grace.
New Jerusalem.
God's home.

He created Adam.
He created Eve.
He breathed his life into Mary,
and opened the doors of his home
wide and inviting
for you and for me.

Come, be my chidren.
Come into my presence.

His son went home to prepare a place for us
To welcome us into God's presence.
To swing open the door
Fling wide the windows.
Home.
Our home.

On the table in the living room
is a brag book.
You picture is carefully placed on a special page.
Child of God.

Once we finally come to realize it,
To see the open door,
to hear the welcoming voice,
then there is nothing holding us back.
Nothing keeping us from his welcoming arms.

We are home.
He is home in us.
We hear the voice of the Father,
echoing through the corridors of our minds,
And we know,
and we celebrate,
that all good things,
all hope,
all grace-filled solutions,
all life
springs from God.
We can sing as
we dance with God.

Inspired by Psalm 87 and JtM's devotional this morning in the office meeting.