I feel the pull upon these limbs, they tie me to this world.
I straddle the fence most days, trying to gain a solid ground, never fully secure in one location.
You could call me uncommitted, flighty, even fickle –
and yes, in some ways, I am. But,
my instability comes down to knowing that I am not
really of this world. I was not
built for this world. I will never
find contentment here.
I am a Christian. A Christ-follower. A child of the King. An heir.
Today I am an orphan.
Fighting to remind myself of my true citizenship, my home.
I spend my days walking about, tending
to the lives God has placed before me. I take extra care
for the extra special parts of the plate he has graced me with. I weed,
tend to my garden, prepare the food that will nourish. I fight
bitterness and anger.
I remind myself of my completeness in Christ.
My identity is in Him alone.
I rest in the sun’s warmth.
My heart, a war zone of flesh vs spirit.
My limbs, they tie me here, but
My head, my head will eternally be in the clouds.