I was reminded.
Battered and bruised, scared and lost, full or adventure but tired of not having direction - I remembered where home was. We were about as far back as we could be in Peppersauce Cave and I realized that all I had been doing for the past 20 minutes was praying.
Maybe it was the fact that I was crawling through spaces smaller then a pillow, or the awareness that there was currently thousands of tons of the earth pressing down on me from all sides. It could have been the low quality of oxygen or the bruised and battered knees and hands I felt under the inches of mud on my clothes.
Whatever it was, I needed that reminder.
"Home" is in my heart, that is where Jesus lives and He is my rock, my fortress, and my deliverer.
"Jesus answered, 'I am the way, the truth, and the light.
No one comes to the Father except through me.'"
John 14:6
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