Traveling down 221 toward our home is a house, a beautiful HGTV house, that sits on the top of a hill. It is the “Jones’ place”. A Jones’ man worked at one of the big Home Building Supply Centers for many years and upon retirement bought the other siblings out of their share of the homeplace. After he left the corporate world behind, he and his wife had this lovely home constructed. He also has a gate that one must have a code to open. It is a very lovely place. As I’ve passed there the last few years on my way to work I envied this man and his wife when I would see lovely Christmas lights hanging all around and other holiday decorations hanging from their door and the windows as well, always decorated with class. I imagined not having to work, not having to learn a new job, starting (almost) over at 60+ years old. I fantasized about their days atop “their empire”.
Then a few weeks ago I noticed a funeral sign as I got nearer to their private road and then I saw the funeral bow tied firmly to their entrance gate. I couldn’t imagine who had passed. Had it been a brother, sister, a dear cousin without the means to have the family gather at their home? In the days following the ribbon, I learned the sad truth. Mrs. Jones, the woman I had envied, suffered a severe stroke a few years back. It so took over her whole body that she lived out her last few years in a special bed, one that would rotate her from side-to-side and back-to-front so she wouldn’t get bed sores. Of course she had day and night care, they had the means. But they didn’t have the means to make her well. All those times I had looked up on the hill and imagined their lifestyle, they weren’t on a cruise in the Indian Ocean, they weren’t riding a sleigh in Austria as winter’s snow bit their cheeks, or a street car in San Francisco. All the while Mr. Jones was making sure Mrs. Jones was turned in her special bed, back-to- front, side-to-side, until she breathed her last breath. Where her soul went, I have no idea.
There is a part of us that is always looking over the fence. It’s looking around the bend and wondering, wondering, just what “it” would be like. It looks up to the top of a hill and desires a different, someone else’, lifestyle. The reality is it’s not always good. But the even greater reality is there is a world coming when every dream, every hope, every expectation given to us by our LORD will be completely fulfilled. It’s the “until then” that usually causes one to trip. So you, for today, are in an “until then” place. We know the LORD is working something so good that you can’t imagine it because He loves His servants and you are one. So one W.A.I.T.’s (Wait And infinitely Trust).
Probably none of the above fits you. It seldom does. But I know the longing that creeps into one’s soul and often one doesn’t even know for what…but it still comes.
Thanks, Kitty, your last words are always “on point.”