Familiar Places

I wrote this while driving down Highway 81 a week or so ago…

“There is something so comforting about familiar places. It’s a peaceful feeling. A contented feeling. An assurance that a traveler does not always mean a stranger. These familiar places hold memories - good memories, funny memories, bad memories - and in this way these places become a home to us in their own unique way. We neglect them as we do our home. We pine for them as we do our home. When we return to them after a long respite our souls suddenly flood with warmth in much the same way they do when we return home. Familiar places scream in barely audible whispers reminding us that our past still exists in our present. Not in a way that chains us, but in a way that pulls back the curtain of the here and now to show us where we’ve come from and assure us that we really are going somewhere … to assure us that God really is faithful.”