All I want is to be back, to where I was weeks or months before. Words cannot explain how I feel lately, I don’t know how far I’ve been to. All I know is that I miss “home”.
“Home” is a place where you are most comfortable with. According to Wikipedia, a home is a place of comfort and refuge. I miss my place of refuge, the place where I am safe and secured.
How and when was my “going away from home” started? It was when I decided to be on my own and be far from the truth. It was so subtle. It was not a complete fun. It was a dangerous adventure. I knew all these but have put them only at the back of my mind. I was disappointed with myself, I thought I was strong. I continued my journey to the other side of the road, deliberately neglecting the signs and warnings along the way. I made some U-turns, but those are not enough to bring me back “home”.
Until I came to the point where I needed to stop. I have to rest and recharge for my journey. It was at this time that I turned back and saw how far I was from "home". I looked to where I am going and saw nothing. I was tired. I was hopeless. I was drained. I wanted to explode. I wished that this is just a dream and nothing is real. But the more I wanted to escape, the more I see that all is true.
I need to make a decision, a tough and firm decision. Twice, I was saved from a head-on collision (deep compromise) by Someone who never left me nor forsaken me. He was there all the time, waiting for me every morning to turn to Him and let Him take the wheel. He could have said boldly every single mistake I did right in front of my face, but He didn’t. Never have I heard any condemnation from Him. Never have I felt Him getting impatient of me. Never have I heard Him blaming me. All I see is His love, His concern and His grace towards me. I looked at Him, gave Him the wheel and surrendered my cause. He held my hand and together we go back “home”. Thank You, my Daddy God.
(The Warrior is a Child by Twila Paris)
“Home” is a place where you are most comfortable with. According to Wikipedia, a home is a place of comfort and refuge. I miss my place of refuge, the place where I am safe and secured.
How and when was my “going away from home” started? It was when I decided to be on my own and be far from the truth. It was so subtle. It was not a complete fun. It was a dangerous adventure. I knew all these but have put them only at the back of my mind. I was disappointed with myself, I thought I was strong. I continued my journey to the other side of the road, deliberately neglecting the signs and warnings along the way. I made some U-turns, but those are not enough to bring me back “home”.
Until I came to the point where I needed to stop. I have to rest and recharge for my journey. It was at this time that I turned back and saw how far I was from "home". I looked to where I am going and saw nothing. I was tired. I was hopeless. I was drained. I wanted to explode. I wished that this is just a dream and nothing is real. But the more I wanted to escape, the more I see that all is true.
I need to make a decision, a tough and firm decision. Twice, I was saved from a head-on collision (deep compromise) by Someone who never left me nor forsaken me. He was there all the time, waiting for me every morning to turn to Him and let Him take the wheel. He could have said boldly every single mistake I did right in front of my face, but He didn’t. Never have I heard any condemnation from Him. Never have I felt Him getting impatient of me. Never have I heard Him blaming me. All I see is His love, His concern and His grace towards me. I looked at Him, gave Him the wheel and surrendered my cause. He held my hand and together we go back “home”. Thank You, my Daddy God.
(The Warrior is a Child by Twila Paris)
Lately I've been winning battles left and right
But even winners can get wounded in the fight
People say that I'm amazing, strong beyond my years
But they don't see inside of me, I'm hiding all the tears.
They don't know that I go running home when I fall down
They don't know who picks me up when no one is around
I drop my sword and cry for just a while
Deep inside this armour - the warrior is a child.
Unafraid because His armour is the best
But even soldiers need a quiet place to rest.
People say that I'm amazing - never face retreat
But they don't see the enemies that lay me at His feet.
They don't know that I go running home when I fall down
They don't know who picks me up when no one is around
I drop my sword and look up for a smile
'Cause deep inside this armour...
Deep inside this armour...
Deep inside this armour...
Deep inside this armour...
The warrior is a child.
