SACRED GROUND

SACRED GROUND. stepping onto campus felt like we were walking on sacred ground. Feet stepping onto grass already green, where our feet had just left ice and snow one day before. the warm air hit our faces, a welcome comfort from the biting cold. inhale. exhale. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath; taking it all in. Then to open  my eyes again and see all things familiar. We were home -- well, whatever that means for us. that day it was home -- the place of memories, of foundations, births, death, youth, love, grace, learning, childhood, generations. What made it so sacred? our alma mater. place of commitment. grandad's 35 years. familiar buildings. no, it was that the feet of our five little ones would be walking through the same grass and riding their bikes on the same paths as their daddy did when he was their age. Amazed at the sacred moments God had given us as He brings life full circle. giving roots and a sense of stability to kids who live lives of transition. being in the place that has always been for the family who knows very little of the word ALWAYS. I suppose there is really no ALWAYS even to this home, as we'll only be in the house for a year, but this place, this neighborhood, these streets string together moments, days, and years, and give a feeling of security. And SECURITY is a sacred word. Knowing that God has been in this place with you, and your father, and your father's father. Stepping onto this sacred ground brought with it a sense of wonder of what God had planned for the next page in the journal of our lives here.