Ever since I can remember, my dad would tell us about his mother. My favorite being, one time she was on the phone near the washing machine and dryer. Well, above there was a shelf that had a Large size jar of green olives, that was just calling my dad's name. He was little, about 5 or 6, he climbed right up got the jar, sat down and chowed down, right in front of his mom. She didn't even bat an eye, even when he finished the whole jar.
She passed away when he was about 12 years old. Hence I never knew her but through his stories and sharing of her favorite music, I grew to love her and to love the country of her ancestry. The country that all of her grandparents had to leave behind. She had longed to see it but sadly never fulfilled that dream. My dad too has held a special place in his heart for that country, it's people and it's music. Of which he has shared with me.
So through the years I have dreamed of seeing that Fair Land Across the Sea. Though as the years have passed the dream seemed farther and farther away, until now! Now I will see this beloved land, the home of my ancestors, the home of Part of my heart.
Will you join me, as I plan my trip, pack my bags and head out on this journey to my ancestral homeland?
As I go on my Journey "Home" to Ireland.
Now don't read that wrong, I do not worship my ancestors. If anything I learn about them and see how Faithful my God has been to my family and I. Where He has brought us. My ancestors left Ireland at the time of the Potato Famine, a time when approximately 1 Million people died. It could have very easily been one of my great great grandparents but it wasn't, they lived. They moved to a strange new land, built new lives and raised their families, some never seeing family again. Impacting many generations.
The other thing, anywhere we go on this earth, as great as it may be, as much as it feels like Home, we will never Truly be Home until we reach that Great City across the Great Chasm. And there is Only One way to cross over that Great Chasm. He said, "I am the way, the truth and the life. No one comes to The Father but by me. His name is Jesus Christ, the Son of God.
In the end, The Father (God) knows our dreams. He wants to hear us tell Him about them and longs to bring them to pass, especially when it's for our good/benefit. If you're a parent, think about it, don't you love it when your child (whatever age) shares their dreams with you? Like at Christmastime, there's that one gift they've been dreaming about for years and finally you see they are ready for that gift. Finally Christmas morning comes and they are so excited/surprised to find their dream gift under the tree. And your...well me I'd probably be crying. :)
Think about that, If you desire to give your child his or her dream gift, How Much more do you think our Heavenly Father wants to give you your dream gift?
I may be paying for and planning for my Dream trip to Ireland but God is the one that is opening the doors for me to be able to go. Providing the means to save the money to go, putting me in the right place at the right time to see the sale that made the trip affordable, providing me with a willing travel buddy(i.e.:my awesome Brother), just enough accumulated vacation time and a boss who is willing to let me go that long. Yes I'd say He is giving me one of my many Dreams! And I am So Very Thankful.
So stay tuned for updates. :) It may be before, during or after but you can count on that I'll update y'all on my Journey to Ireland!
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