Cluck, Cluck, Putt, Putt, Putt! Did you hear that? Yesterday morning about 8 a.m. I was standing down at the south end of the property where our new house is located. Ours is a 1.7 acre that's flat on the front half and slopes on the back. We are surrounded by woods on three sides and only have 3 other homes on the short lane that lies about 50-60 yds in front of the house. We had closed on the house the day before yesterday and had spent the night on air mattresses in the house. (You note I did not say "we slept" on air mattresses. I vowed we'd have our bed in place the next time we go.) But I was awake enough to see no less than 9 squirrels in the first two minutes of my walk, and then I heard "them" in the overgrowth of brush and cedars not more than 50-60 foot from where I stood! Cluck, Cluck, Putt, Putt, Putt! TURKEYS!
A symbol of being home, I guess. We have spent years of ministry here, there, and yon, literally. From Arkansas to Missouri to Texas, back to Arkansas, then Asia, back to Missouri, and Kentucky, but now back home in less than a month. Hearing the sounds of the hills, and the turkeys, you might say, reminds me of how much I have missed my home.
All of this reminds me of where my TRUE home really is. I don't know about other sounds I will hear, but I look for one in particular - the sound of my Saviour's voice saying, "Welcome Home, my child." Now that will be a homecoming for sure! And, of course, it will be a glad reunion all around, with Moms and Dads, Sisters and Brothers, Sons and Daughters, etc. I hope you are in that group, too!
I guess you might say, this new "home" is just another step in that direction. Hey, stop by and we'll go listen. You hear it? Cluck, Cluck, Putt, Putt, Putt!