The man walks the paths lined with thick vegetation, dotted with blackberry bushes and trees. He points to the patches of grass sown several years ago, the wildflowers, the little pond for the deer and fawns. Hours, days, weeks, months, years, all spent to make it the beauty it is today.
The man loves the paths, but he speaks to me of selling it all: the paths, the quiet, the place of a multitude of memories for the majority of his adult life. The intense longing in his eyes is far away, half a globe away, from this present paradise. His heart freely flows with the love of God, so he is prepared to lay down the “momentary pleasures” of this life. The man is going back… to the little faces he loves in the Philippines.
He’s going back…and he’s taking me with him.
“Thou wilt show me the path of life: in thy presence is fullness of joy; in thy right hand are pleasures for evermore.” Psalm 16:11 Jubilee Bible