The place: Cherokee Ranch and Castle. The scene: Thirty five hundred acres of trees, wild life, and breathtaking views. I was wooed by the architecture of the stone walls and slate roof. The 1450’s Scottish-style Castle was built in 1924, and the treasures hidden behind those ancient barriers, mesmerized me.
I found myself longing for my castle. Fantasizing about my remodeling and rearranging, once I move in. I roamed around the castle, but it’s not the castle itself that left my heart pining. It was the land and the views. That’s what took my breath away. I stood on the terrace swept away by the majestic mountains, rolling hills, and elk in the distance.
I whispered, “My King, I’m home.” My long gown, with sleeveless tunic, and wimples to cover my hair, all displayed my royalty. After all, I come from a regal line…..
For the moment, I was living in a sense of expectation. My King would return, and my royal heritage would be restored. I was longing for my heavenly home. Longing for my castle. To see my King.
That’s what my heart was doing. It was longing for something else. Not necessarily that castle, it was one not of this world. It was my heavenly castle. Longing for the One that would forever satisfy my wants and desires. To forever enjoy majestic views of my King.
“Move along lady!”
The tour guide shot me through the cannon of reality.
“You need to keep pace with the group so we can stay on time, and get through all of the tour.”
I returned to the tour, my heart still longing for more. Believing that God has something special in store for me. And for you. Here on earth? Yes. But also, for all of eternity.
“What no eye has seen,
what no ear has heard,
and what no human mind has conceived,
the things God has prepared for those who love him.”
1 Corinthians 2:9 NIV