That place

blogIMG_1031.jpgI’m not as well traveled as some. I haven’t been to exotic places all around the world like my children. Matter of fact, I’ve only been outside of my own country twice.

But I’ve traveled enough to have viewed a good portion of my native land. Out of our 50 states, I’ve actually stepped foot in 37 of them and I’m still counting.

When it comes to some of our major cities, I’ve visited quite a few – New York, Los Angeles, Dallas/Fort Worth, Seattle, Boston, San Francisco, Philadelphia, Kansas City, Baltimore, Oklahoma City, Portland, Las Vegas, Indianapolis, Tulsa, Cincinnati, just to name some, as well as our nation’s capital, Washington, DC.

And through all that traveling I’ve often remarked, “It’s a nice place to visit but I wouldn’t want to live there.”

Those spots just aren’t my place in this world.

As often happens when I receive the Word Press weekly photo challenge theme notification, an idea springs to mind and I find myself writing down my thoughts.   

And just like that [snaps fingers], something else often occurs. A song lyric pops into my mind.

This week is no different. 

The photo challenge theme: Place in the World.

The song lyric: Christian musician Michael W. Smith’s piece, Place in This World.

Looking for a reason
Roaming through the night to find
My place in this world
My place in this world
Not a lot to lean on
I need Your light to help me find
My place in this world
My place in this world


It’s sometimes seems so difficult, doesn’t it? To find that place in the world. The place where you belong. The place where you feel like you’ve just come home.

Welcomed. At peace. Like all is right in your world because you’re in the right place at the right time.

Your place in the world.

I think part of the reason we struggle with finding a place that sits well with our souls, that fills our empty spots, that makes us feel satisfied, is that this world truly isn’t our permanent home.

This world is fallen. It’s full of wonder and beauty and life and growth yet also full of despair and ugliness and death and decay.

For someone like me, as a believer in Jesus Christ, my place isn’t truly in this world. My place ultimately is heaven.

But for this temporal time on earth, I have to find my place in this world. That spot where I can go and sense that this is my place. This is where I am centered.

So where is my place in this world? It’s my actual home. This empty nest house where I’ve hung my hat for almost 20 years. The place I come back to after travels afar. This structure where memories abound and peace surrounds.

“There’s no place like home.” – Dorothy in the movie, The Wizard of Oz





7 responses

  1. I used to love to travel; I’d loving “coming home” even more. My place in the world now is most definitely my new (retirement) home in the county. I always had an image in the back of my mind about the kind of house I wanted to live in (lots of wood and natural light) and the type of property it would be situated on (lots of tree, a little sit of sun for gardens, away from the city madness) and when I saw this house for sale (RIGHT when we were ready to retire and move), I knew my dreams had come true. “Home is where the heart is” and my heart is here, at home.

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    • I understand completely! You’re blessed to have found your place in this world. A home where your heart definitely is as well, what could be better? I picture you feeling blissful in your beautiful surroundings of peace. The perfect picture of retirement. 🙂 Be blessed, my friend.


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