homeward bound

It's always right to go back to where you started. It's for a reason you have to come back home when you go out running the bases. You run to first, excited; steal your way to second; someone pushes you over to third... but at the end of the day you have to run, sometimes with people and the enemy nipping at your heels, all the way back home. Where it all started.

"Yet I hold this against you: You have forsaken your first love."
- Revelation 2:4

The more complex everything becomes, the more every day becomes a list of do's and don'ts, the harder it is to go back home. As a child, there were no worries. I knew to lean on my parents, I knew they would take care of everything. Life only got hard once I thought for myself and started questioning the things they did. Why? How?

"Woe to him who quarrels with his Maker, to him who is but a potsherd among the potsherds on the ground. Does the clay say to the potter, 'What are you making?' Does your work say, 'He has no hands'?"
- Isaiah 45:9

The motivation can be a lot simpler. No worries. Hakuna matata. Know only one thing (or two, depends on how you look at it):

"Jesus replied: 'Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.' This is the first and greatest commandment. And the second is like it: 'Love your neighbor as yourself.'"
- Matthew 22:37-38