In my travels, I’ve had the good fortune to have visited some of the most beautiful places on Earth: walked cobblestone streets of villages nestled in the Swiss Alps; ate lunch on the edge of Africa’s mighty Lake Victoria in Uganda; stood on the tip of Pikes Peak and took in the majesty of the Rocky Mountains; and driven up California’s Highway 1 coastal route with the beautiful Atlantic Ocean to the west and majestic mountains to the east.
So, where is my all-time, absolute favorite spot?
Well, the answer may surprise you as it did myself. Several weeks ago, I had an unusual dream. I was standing outside my grandparents’ modest three-bedroom home in Indiana. In my dream, I was speaking to a neighbor who had just moved into the neighborhood. I spoke of my grandparents and how special they were. I then mentioned that I had had the fortune of traveling to over twenty nations and throughout the United States but that my most favorite spot in the world was right there next door in that small home.
What an intriguing dream! Although I had never really considered it, out of all the places I’ve ever been, by far my fondest memories are held in that tiny home. Though they have since passed, I wish I could sit once more on the porch on a summer day with my grandparents, or at the breakfast table as Grandma prepared biscuits and gravy in her iron skillet. Grandpa would soon join us for breakfast and before we would say grace, they’d ask me to read one of the scripture cards kept on the table. Afterwards, Grandpa and I would play several rounds of Gin Rummy and somehow, he would beat me nearly every hand. Though I never did figure out how he could be so lucky; I did figure out how I could be so blessed.
In Hebrews 12 we read:
“Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of our faith.”
My Grandparents were that incredible cloud of witnesses who shared not only their love but their faith with me. My earliest childhood memories are of laying down on a church pew beside my grandmother, listening to the congregation sing old hymns. It is because of their faith that I am who I am today. Their rich faith lives on today; not only in my life but the lives of my children and many other family members.
Oh, what I wouldn’t give to be able to once again visit my favorite spot on this earth for just a moment.