Greetings
Dear Reader,
I am writing
this last installment over the two days I will journey home. I begin it in a Cracker Barrel. This is a part of the bookend of my journeys
south. I love the food and the fond
memories of stopping at this restaurant on my way to summer camp.
Today I return
to the place where my children and Grandson live. I hope by tomorrow to see them all. As I emerge from the south I hope to shed the
sadness that enshrouds me along with the oppressive humidity that is the nature
of my birthplace.
There has
been joy in the journey. I got to see
most of my family. I got to see a sister
I have not seen since she was an infant.
I got to meet others who are already dear to me. I had dinner with family and spent time with
other siblings that I love. I still have
some time to recoup before I move on to other things.
I saw some
beautiful things on my journey. The
mountains yielded a loveliness that cannot be found elsewhere. The falls at Toccoa remain beautiful and
amazing. The drive through Illinois
remains boring and endless. It gives me
much time to think as Christmas sleeps whilst I drive.
I am now
home and a little rested. I was able to
bring good gifts for my children and Grandson.
We all had dinner together last night.
It was a beautiful and joyous time.
My second Grandson kindly waited for my return to emerge from the
womb. His arrival is the next big thing
on the agenda.
The shadows
of my journey still linger and the joys of it will remain. I still love the living and am properly
mourning the dead. The key is that
Christ was there in all of it. His
comfort and peace keep settling my troubled heart. The shadows to the Valley of Death still
cling to me like cob webs but the Light is there and I need only to continue to
allow him to journey me.
As a final
thought on how Christ prepared the way before me I consider this: I started writing about this as an allusion
to the 23rd Psalm before I left.
When I visited the church where my Brother ministers they were doing an all-day
meditation on that very Psalm. I got to
hear music about and meditate on the very words that my journey revolved around. I will leave you with them.
A psalm by
David: The LORD is my shepherd. I am never in need.
He makes me
lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside peaceful waters.
He renews my
soul. He guides me along the paths of righteousness for the sake of his name. Even though I walk through the dark valley of
death, because you are with me, I fear no harm. Your rod and your staff give me
courage. You prepare a banquet for me
while my enemies watch. You anoint my head with oil. My cup overflows. Certainly, goodness and mercy will stay close
to me all the days of my life, and I will remain in the LORD'S house for days
without end.
Wishing you
joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So
Jesus said to them, "That is why every scribe who has become a disciple of
the kingdom of heaven is like a home owner. He brings new and old things out of
his treasure store."
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