Thus saith the Lord, Stand ye in the ways, and see, and ask for the old paths, where is the good way, and walk therein, and ye shall find rest for your souls.
If you visit my home you would probably bump into one of my grandchildren, because we all live on the same property; my dad is to the right of my home, and my youngest and middle sons in the woods behind me. In my children's homes? Grandchildren, 4 girls and 2 boys.
There is nothing like grandchildren , they make a good life even better. Lately, I have been calling and asking if they can come over and see papa, and most of the time the answer is yes. I look out of my back window and there they come headed down the path to papa's house, nothing better. I usually keep them too long and here comes mom down the path to take them back home.
Those paths between our homes have been traveled so often that the grass has died and ruts developed. No matter whose house we visit it's connected by a well worn path. The paths seemed to stand out more than usual this week, and as I thought about the many times we had traveled from house to house the paths took on a different meaning. There were times they were paths of forgiveness. Yes I walked the dusty trail to make thinks right. Other times it was a path of instruction, or help, someone traveled the path to give a helping hand. Today it was a path of love, I just wanted to love on my grandchildren. Those paths connect our families together, and without them? No connection.
What path is keeping your family together or rather what path is missing or become overgrown and now it's separating your family? One thing is for sure, if our families are going to stay connected, someone's going to have to build a path.
Pastor Ken Smith