I’ve been sick off and on for a year. Nauseated more morning than not-- and no, I’m not pregnant. (Yeah, Yeah...I’m going to the doctor tomorrow...finally!) But what I’ve not realized is how much I’ve been missing out on by curling up in a ball morning after morning. The last few days, I’ve been nausea free and have been blown away by how much I enjoy those early morning moments--the few minutes before anyone needs me. I’ve started having a cup of coffee in my chair outside, just as the sun is rising. My doggie often comes with me, and together we watch the morning come in. Somehow this few minutes sets the pace for the rest of my day...and it’s delicious.
"Graceland" is the name of my favorite song and album. It's by Paul Simon, but more importantly, it's what "home" sounds and feels like to me. We always listened to this album as we traveled from my home in Tennessee to my parents' childhood homes in Florida. But today, it's also a pretty good snapshot of my theology. Somewhere I really believe that the Christian journey is all about a wild trip to Grace-land. As I see it, Grace-land is the place where God is waiting to meet even us–with all the baggage and brokeness that we tote with us. Grace-land is the place where we will be received with open arms, even though our attempts at “getting it right” have been miserable failures at best. But, I think, every step we take is a step on the journey to Graceland.