....the ponderings and wanderings of a Marble pastor's wife.
Friday, October 11, 2013
occurred to me over the last few weeks that I am a nomad. Since I was 18
and left for college I have been a wanderer. God has taken me from
place to place through Jon's ministry in the Air Force and now his
pastorate in Marble, Colorado; the village at the end of the
road.....Wow! We have moved every 2-3 years. I am like one of those
Bedouin tribes who still roam from place to place. I am like the
shepherds who wander from green pasture to green pasture. I am like the
Native Americans who followed the buffalo and found winter camps
sheltered from high plains wind. The wonders that I have seen and the
people that I have met are a precious gift from my Maker. Yet God has
over and over called me through Jon's ministry to leave those gifts
behind to go to another place.
It is difficult to be a nomad
when family is scattered all over and when those we love suffer. We
nomads cry tears in silent places and pray prayers in sheltered places.
We walk out our front doors to be with the people God has called us to
love and we love them. Yet our hearts are full for those far away who
cry because of the journey that life is taking them on.
So as a
nomad, a wanderer, God has brought me to this place high in the
mountains that lies at the end of the road. Its beauty and peacefulness
has thrilled my soul in ways that I cannot express in words! It offers
many silent places to cry and many shelterd places to pray. It offers
peaks in which I have automatically shouted out Halleluia or simply sang
the doxology,"Praise God from whom all blessings flow....." Yet I asked
God as a nomad, do I have a "place"? The Still Small Voice spoke and
said "your place is in Me." My place is Jesus. My home is Jesus. I have a
"All these people were still living by faith when they
died. They did not receive the things promised; they only saw them from a
distance. And they admitted that they were aliens and strangers on
earth. People who say such things show that they are looking for a
country of their own. If they had been thinking of the country they had
left, they would have had opportunity to return. Instead, they were
longing for a better country---a heavenly one. Therefore God is not
ashamed to be called their God for he has prepared a city for them."
Hebrews 11: 13-16