FMF :: Belong

It’s Friday, and I’m back blogging, after possibly the longest break ever. Thank you God for restored internet!

On Fridays I link up with Lisa-Jo and others for “Five Minute Friday”. Five minutes of unedited writing on a set topic. Find out more here.

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This weeks topic is…

BELONG

I have wandered this earth for as long as I can remember; I was too young to wander on my own legs, so carried in the arms of others I wandered from one place to another. More houses than years, sights and smells from across the globe etched into my mind, experiences beyond my age. I have wandered, and in every place my wandering has taken me to I have asked “Is this where I belong?”

Family, friends, boyfriends, teachers, they all come and go. I have met too many to count; I have had long lasting friendships, and those which are fleeting; I have known family close by and family scattered all over the world with not a word for months. In all this meeting, and greeting, and knowing, and being together, I have asked “Is it with you that I belong?”

No place, no person, has ever been able to answer those questions with a convincing “yes”, not one has put my heart at total ease and comfort, has allowed me to give a sigh of relief and say with total confidence “This is where I belong, here, with you.”

I know where I belong, it is in the now and the not yet, it is with the revealed and yet still to be fully known. It is in heaven, with my Savior King, that I shall finally exhale long and loud and say “This is where I belong!” Then when I am with my creator, lover, redeemer, father, friend, God, and king, I will know real belonging.

That time and place often seems so far off, and yet in the mean time He gives me glimpses of what it will be like. The sweet fellowship shared among His children, the welcome received from those who know our Dad, the intimate times in surrender and worship when it’s just me and Him. It is in those moments when I taste a small flavour of what it will be like to fully belong.


A Family of Strangers

I knelt in front of the pew hands clasped together resting on the prayer stand before me, head bowed, eyes closed. Tourists in the background chattering in their many languages. I felt a stir behind me, and then next me, I felt him kneel down beside me, and I was aware of him assuming the same position as me and so many around me.

 

I opened my eyes and looked up at the alter, I made my final plea, and I recited the Lord’s Prayer. It seemed an appropriate thing to do in a building of such heritage, that has stood for so many years, and seen so many people of faith, and of none, walk its floors; so many people, with such religious authority stand before the alter. I finished and made the sign of the cross on my body – head, chest, shoulder to shoulder. My brief spell in Catholic school had taught me well.

 

I glanced over to the left, where I had felt that man kneel beside me. I looked at his hands first, old and worn, his skin dark and full of wrinkles, I looked at his clothes, humble and nondescript. My eyes traveled upward to his face, I saw his eyes tightly shut and his brow furrowed with creases so deep. Great desperation and intent were written across his face. I witnessed the tears roll down his cheeks, his shoulders slightly shaking. He sensed my movement and glanced up and me, his old eyes met my young ones and I wondered what they must have witnessed in his many years of life, his gaze lowered once more and his lips started forming soundless words. My heart melted.

 

I inched my knees closer to him and my hand met his, he grasped it and squeezed it. In that place together, we prayed, him knowing what for, and me just praying sensing his burden.

 

There in that moment we met, old and young, cultures a world apart, strangers, yet family in Christ. I saw how big and how strong this family is that I am a part of, how real it is, and how no matter what separates us, and how unknown we are to each other, still we are family, and still in those moments our hearts can beat as one. And together, as brother and sister we sit at the feet of our dad and tell him and show him what’s going on in our hearts, and together we feel his embrace.

 


Strangers yet family.