A bit of a passing thought.

I get a lot of random thoughts when i'm on the train. I love trains. I love just staring out the window and seeing the sun rise, the trees blurring in front of my eyes, the graffiti on the walls screaming out SCAR (no, i have really seen them)...the bubble words, the notion of moving, the laughing and chatter on the train, the occasional blaring of music from random ipods, the staring and smiling, sunsets...the hugging of my belongings as i drift off to a snooze...always waking up before my stop...

The prophecy on sunday said that people will want to go back to their own homes as something terrible will happen to Australia.

The first thing i thought was...actually i'm not sure what was my first thought..but a lot of thoughts drifted through my mind...

'I have no where to go...Australia. Australia is my home'
'...i've been wondering when something was going to happen to us...'

and today it just popped in my mind...

'i wonder what it'll be..?..famine, no, it's gotta be a drought...we're already running low on water...earthquake?...no it's gotta be something we're not prepared for...something that people would run back home for...water. we don't have enough water...look at malaysia..they have heaps..'

'...if it's water...and everyone goes home...hang on, most of the people i know aren't from here...they call another place home...lets face it...i'll be one of few to be here still...'

'i feel a sense of belonging here...if anything happens in my land, this is MY home, a place where i call home, a place where i will never give up, so if there is a famine, if there is a drought, i'm gonna be here, i'm going to defend, i'm going to pray, i'm going to STICK till the end and be strong for others...'

and when i thought about all that...i thought...maybe, maybe that's why those people in the bushfires stuck to protecting their houses, it was theirs. It identified who they were, it was part of them, their house, their identity, their life. I always thought how silly they were.

But I began to feel a deep sense of understanding, that i have never felt before. a sense that i belong here, in my suburb, in my country and greater than that, i belong to God.

I'm not going to run away, even if i am alone till the end, i'm going to finish the race.


Acts 20:24
However, I consider my life worth nothing to me, if only I may finish the race and complete the task the Lord Jesus has given me—the task of testifying to the gospel of God's grace.

Timothy 4:7
I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.

This is my race. God's plan. My destiny.

[Anita]