I clambered up the hundred plus steps to the top of the tower. Now with my feet resting against the gate, I waited for it to open. My heart pounded not only from the climb but the anticipation of the moment I would be swinging mid-air.

I explained, in the Art of Letting Go, how hard it is to release what we hold. We feel vulnerable.

When we do let go, this act of faith feels good…for a while. However, when the weeks tick by and we’re still suspended in the air with no safe landing in sight, what then?

I sit writing these words from the comfort of our home. I feel brave packing up our belongings and putting them into storage. But when I’m frustrated with living in a rental apartment where I can’t snuggle in my own bed, I might not feel so great.

At that point, I’ll look back and question whether we’ve done the right thing. I’ll look longingly at my friends with their mementos and family photos displayed around their homes. I might even regret my decision.

I know I’ll be prone to clutch at whatever comes my way. It seems more natural to hold on to anything rather than have open hands waiting for the best thing.

Yet, I discovered a lesson we can learn when we clench our hands and close our hearts in fear instead of being brave with unfurled fingers and an receptive soul.

Dwell, is the first word in the opening devotional written by Lucinda Seacrest McDowell, my friend, in her newest book.

I latched onto this word easily because, in my mind, dwell morphs into dwelling place—four walls and a roof. It symbolizes security—remember the three little pigs? Well, perhaps they’re not a good example.

Where is home? Asked a friend recently. His wife groaned. His daughter complained: “No Dad, we don’t want to talk about that again.” They recently moved from England to Texas.

But, I knew why the question came up.

I’ve stood astride the Atlantic for many years, like a giant with one foot on the tiny island of the United Kingdom and the other foot resting on the east coast of the United States of America, and I’ve asked that question a million times.

Two years into my straddling, someone labeled me a woman without a home, so to dwell is upmost in my mind.

Throughout the Bible God calls His people to dwell with Him constantly. He offers us a refuge and shelter.  ~ Lucinda Secrest McDowell, Dwelling Places

Ah, so a home is not about a physical location. It’s about living with God when we’re feeling vulnerable. He provides us with the safety for which we yearn. Dwelling is about settling down and being secure with him.

But, I learned more. To dwell is to focus says the author of Dwelling Places.

And that’s what we must do. When we’re nervous because we have no firm plans in place, we must whisper: “Lord, I know you have good plans for me.”

When the doubts creep in, don’t give them the space to grow in your mind. Stamp them out. Instead, shout: “God, I know you have the best in store for me.”

As I swung through the open gate and saw the ground way below me, I didn’t need to fear.

I let go of the bar, spread my arms wide and I screamed—with a nervous delight.

I didn’t fall.

A strong harness wrapped around my body and thighs held me tight and kept me securely attached to the zip line.

And so, you too have a lifeline holding you tight and you can cry out with the thrill: “Lord, you keep my way secure.” Psalm 18:32

Where do you need to have courage in your mid-air act?


What if a thriving, active taith were as simple as ONE WORD a day? Grow your faith with Dwelling Places: Words to Live in Every Season by Lucinda Secrest McDowell.




Linking up with Allison at #100HappyDays, Susan Mead at #DanceWithJesus and Dawn Klinge at #GraceandTruth and Suze Eller at #liveFree

    • Suzie, we’ve spending our time between the mountains of Colorado and the skyscrapers of New York City. And our furniture is still in storage!

  • This is timely – I’m coming out of a place of staying withdrawn, allowing God to heal what has been so hurt. It is scary to let go, to give it all to God, to open that gate and let go. But I’m finding there’s such peace knowing that He holds me securely. Thank you!
    Stopping by from Suzie Eller’s linkup.

    • Rebekah, Sorry to hear you’re coming out of a hard place but glad to read the valuable lesson you are learning that God holds you tightly.

  • I enjoyed dropping by today and your right home isn’t a place, it’s about living with God. As sojourners here maybe if we could keep from becoming so attached to a place, we would be able to move with the Spirit more.

  • Home is where the heart is…I know it’s a cliche but cliche’s exist because they are usually true:) I love what the apostle Paul says about learning to being content in whatever situation. I’m understanding why he said “learned.” We learn to trust God as He intervenes in every situation. Sounds like you are getting a grasp on things Rachel based on the thoughts you shared closing out your post. May God grant you peace and contentment in whichever place you call “home”. Have wonderful holiday weekend and blessings to you and yours!

    • Horace, it is a learning process. I’m studying Abraham’s journey this week as I’m writing my devotional coming up next Thursday and I realize Abraham’s journey involved both physical travels and spiritual learning, too, just like ourselves.

  • When I moved from Atlanta to a subdivision, I thought I’d have a problem leaving all I knew behind. That couldn’t have been farther from the truth because Jesus moved with me, even if I left the country too, which takes some imagining, He’s go too. All the really important things are stored in heart with him for safekeeping. I heard once that to dwell meant to settle down and live in, and it’s true. I am still learning to calm down, settle down, in Him. and then you’re able to go where He takes you. God bless you, Rachel.

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