Honing Our Homing

 By faith Abraham obeyed when he was called to go out to a place that he was to receive as an inheritance. And he went out, not knowing where he was going. By faith he went to live in the land of promise, as in a foreign land, living in tents with Isaac and Jacob, heirs with him of the same promise. For he was looking forward to the city that has foundations, whose designer and builder is God.” “In hope he believed against hope, that he should become the father of many nations… No unbelief made him waver concerning the promise of God, but he grew strong in his faith as he gave glory to God, fully convinced that God was able to do what he had promised.” Hebrews 11:8-10; Romans 4:18,20-21

Let not your hearts be troubled. Believe in God; believe also in me. In my Father’s house are many rooms. If it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and will take you to myself, that where I am you may be also. And you know the way to where I am going.” John 14:1-4

As I paddled across the ruffled green water this morning, up poked a sea turtle head like a periscope, surveying her wide home and very surprised to see an unwelcome visitor in her domain just a foot away. She was in her element, but I, an alien, had interrupted her early reverie, so she tucked her head and flippered beneath my board and away. Having seen recent tracks from a fresh nest on shore, I marveled at this fascinating creature.

Sea Turtle tracks in sand

God has planted in sea turtles amazing homing instincts. Their world for feeding, frolicking, and mating, is the vast sea, but they nest, every 2-4 years, in the sand where they were born. They return as if by divine GPS to deposit up to hundreds of eggs for incubation in the protected warmth. Once hatched, masses of dull silver bodies make their way across the beach by an invisible radar, stretching and pushing with tiny flippers. They instinctually propel themselves toward the water, as if drawn by a magnet, and tossle in its tumble until they right themselves and venture forward in the sea.

How do we behave by instinct? In our rough tumble of interactions and demands, what sets our direction?  When storms of anger, sadness, or disorder arise, where is our default place to nest and rest, and where do we find strength to swim? Returning regularly to Jesus, to enlighten and develop our Spirits, gives us the strength to bear much fruit and venture forward in the broad sea of life. (John 15:5)

Lord God, hone my homing instinct always toward You. Set my sojourning in Your direction. Tune my heart for eternity, hopeful for my heavenly home but energized by its joy in the present. And while here, may I continually plant seeds of love and truth to hatch in faith, in your perfect timing and design, to multiply Your grace and glory in the world. (Ecclesiastes 3:11; Jeremiah 24:7)

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