Found Wandering

While driving home yesterday, I caught a glimpse of a bumper sticker on a passing car. “Not all who wander are lost.” I’d read it before, somewhere, and I liked what it evoked. A transitional time in just about every avenue I walk, it’s been about a year since I’ve had a home congregation that’s right on the whole. For the first time in my life I’m devoid of a support group. It’s important to be a part of a body of believers who help keep you accountable. Having said that, in my wandering I’ve never felt as close to God as I do now. In losing myself completely I’ve found Him. I should have known where the quote came from, the wise and introspective J.R.R. Tolkien. “All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, a light from the shadows shall spring; renewed shall be blade that was broken, the crownless again shall be king.”