(Isaiah 11:16)
Something about highways and railroads intrigues me. As I cross a road, my mind wanders to its extension beyond the horizon and ultimately its terminus. When we travel, they represent the way back home--there are even highways in the sky which you can observe if you pay attention to the contrails in your area.
This verse in Isaiah, as well as Jesus' famous account of the prodigal, makes me thankful that no matter how far we roam in this old world, there's a way back home if we will just turn and head that way.
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