Broken Roads Still Lead Home

While it has been said that “all roads lead to Rome,” it is even more true that “all roads lead to home.”

Even broken ones, Beloved.

No human has walked an unbroken road: illness, drama, and trauma seem to take jackhammers to the avenues of our lives. The unrelenting rains of change, delivering loss and sorrow, sweep across our paths. Pieces of our hearts rush away as the flood washes out bridges and tears down trusses. Despite what our outward appearances say, we know the truth: roadblocks rear before us, downed trees surround us, swollen creeks and stark winds pummel us.

Whatever your road has disposed, whatever errant paths or twisted lanes you’ve wandered on, please know your road has led you here today. From this day forward, God will lead you home in grace. This fork in your road need not be yet another detour but it can be the first step onto the peaceful path you’ve been searching for all your life.

God’s path that exists beyond time and space, the sunrise boulevard of blessedness, is the path where you are cared for and cherished every single step, and every single moment. Child of God, the beautiful truth is, your road home has always existed in God’s deep love for you. It is beneath you even now.

Trust the road. God’s love is never-ending, ever present, your whenever destiny. God calls you home and helps you make it home. God has prepared a home for you and for me. We all can call home. That’s called prayer. But one day God will call us home. That’s called paradise.

Does the broken road matter now if the destination has always been you’re home in God’s arms? Do the slips and slides, the potholes and pitfalls, the wanderings and wonderings make a difference to the One who carried you then, the One who carries you now?

Indeed, not.

Rest assured of this: mercy, grace, and favor are yours now, tomorrow, and forevermore.

Keep your eyes on home, the finishing school of life. Home is where one chapter of your story ends, and another begins. Home is where you are viewed, valued, and understood as the beautiful cre­ation you are to the One who made you.

God has collected our tears in a bottle on the mantle at home, where all we have ever done is weighed not against what is perfect, but by what we have suffered. When we are brought home, we need not be ashamed, for our Divine Parent says, “See here, this. I know, I know, I know. Rest now, Child. Rest.”

God knows all. God knows. God knows. God knows the way home. God will lead you perfectly home.

There is nothing to fear. You have only to—fly home. To fly home is to fly home to God, where you will be loved, Beloved. Be loved.