I Want To Tell You Something
“Utopia is defined as a place of mythical perfection. I knew differently. Utopia was indeed real. It was a place in my heart. By the grace of God, it was a place that I would endeavor to live. It was a place where the voice of truth resides. It was a place of eternal trophies.”
Commentary:
I need one minute in Utopia today. I’m assuming you do too or you wouldn’t waste your time reading this. I’m sitting in a hotel room staring out a window at a busy highway at 5:30 am in a place far from home. Actually, I am homeless at the moment. Sold our home and all of our household belongings as well. We pulled up roots, stepped out in faith, and moved to a new state with the remainder of our earthly possessions in tow in a 5x9 Uhaul trailer—all of this within a couple of weeks of our 40th anniversary. Kind of like crossing the Jordan into the promised land after a difficult wilderness trek that only the closest to us know.
Our new place that is being built in the mountains, all 900 sq. feet of it, is a month behind with seemingly no end in sight because of worker issues that the entire world is experiencing in the wake of the great pandemic. We were renting a place in a nearby mountain village meeting people, looking for our new purpose, and marching orders from our Father in heaven when hypoxia came for a visit and forced us out of the altitude. It put an indefinite halt to the adventure. And so, I stare out the window this morning in a world of noise and cement in the flatlands with the silhouette of the mountains in the distance. It has been several weeks of recovery so far and could be weeks more according to some who have experienced severe hypoxia. Or it could be never that we return to what we thought was our next summit with God. All I know right now is that He is enough and He is my Father and He has a plan and that this morning I am right where I need to be… home with Him. He is our home, not a building, not a place, not a human mission, not a view… simply with Him.
He gave me Utopia years ago as a gift. In Utopia, there is no hurry. It is so quiet that the ringing in your ears competes against the sounds of the insect opus. The whisper of the hill country breeze through the majestic oaks is an ever-present friend. It’s a place void of cement corridors and incessant traffic. It’s a place of 360-degree views with no man-made obstructions. The smell is a mixing bowl of grasses and wildflowers. The never-ending crystal spring waters flow upon the limestone bottom creek beds eventually collecting in the Sabinal River. And this piece of water is lined with the thousand-year-old mystic cypress trees that speak to us about resiliency in the uncertainty and storms of life.
Yes, today I need one minute in Utopia. A place of stillness where the voice of God can be heard most clearly. As I hear Him this morning in my stillness and unsettledness, I hear Him say, “I am your home. Be still with me. For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways. I may be doing something very different than you thought, for a purpose deeper than you have been willing to hear, with a destination yet undisclosed. Trust me and I will bless you…I gave you Utopia for a purpose, take some time with Me there today in your mind. I have something I want to tell you…”