Meandering Moments by Elsi

What would I do if I had an island, an island just for me: a snug little cabin made of logs with room for me and the cat and dog, a fire laid all ready to light for warmth and comfort in the night, shelves filled with books and paper and pens, a computer area inside the den—surrounded by these, I’d live in glee on an island just for me!

What would I do if I had an island, an island just for me? I’d have a beach with canoes nearby, and out on the lake I’d dream, and fly, and have access back to the land, if I chose … a canoe on the shore for a friend, I suppose … deer in the woods and loons crying late … a moose wading out at the edge of the lake. At peace with the world and myself, I would be on an island just for me.

What would I do if I had an island, an island just for me? It’s fun to dream of that perfect place, where I wouldn’t need extra mercy and grace. But God’s got plans for me right here, in spite of my sorrows, oddness, and fears. So I have to trust how much He cares. And, maybe, the mansion He prepares has a cabin, a moose, plus sheltering trees, and an island, just for me!