The Blue Door, Edzell in Angus, Scotland.
Photography courtesy of Ben Bremner, https://www.facebook.com/ben.bremner3

Like a bird that wanders from her nest,
So is a man who wanders from his home.

Proverbs 27 : 8 (NASB)

There is a time in mid-summer when we occasionally see imature birds on the ground, who have ventured too far from home. We can see the same thing in the woodlands and fields with young deer, who have temporarily been separated from their parents. These youngsters seem to be at the mercy of the world; predators, traffic or well meaning walkers, when their parents are not that far away. watching them. These were my immediate thoughts with some memories when I read today’s verse.

Anyone who wanders from home as the prodigal son did will eventually have need of love and care, as he did. I am reminded of Hagar and her son Ishmael wandering in the wilderness alone, starving and thirsty. In their desperate need God came to their rescue; such is His love still for those far from home. There are those who may not have physically wandered from home, but have wandered away spiritually. They have left God and wandered into a world of sin, and maybe eventually despair.

Dear reader, are you far from God whom you once loved and followed? You may have left Him along time ago, but He has never left you – His love reaches out to you today. How do I know that you may ask…well here we are today is my answer! Your reading this on this specific day is not a coincidence, it is a God-incidence as He calls you home today.

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9 thoughts on “Far From Home

  1. Your post reminded of a baby field sparrow I once found in my netted strawberry patch. Although he had feathers he had no flight ability as of yet. He was completely unconcerned that he was no longer within the protective reach of his nest or either of his parents. I quickly spied the parents sitting on nearby garden stakes, so I gently removed him from the netted enclosure and tucked him under my massive mint plant. I thought for sure he’d be happy to be reunited with his parents and willingly let them usher him back to his nest tucked somewhere in the tall grasses. Nope! For the next two days we watched him move across our property from garden to yard and finally to the woods. My girls named him “Cheep the Independent” because he obviously had a mind of his own. (It’s no wonder he left the nest before he could fly) What amazed me was that in his oblivion to all the dangers lurking about (hawks, cats, etc), his parents were always on the watch perched in nearby trees waiting to swoop at anything that came near him. After reading your post, I realize we are much the same when we strike out on our own leaving the safe covering of our Father’s boundaries in pursuit of our own path.

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