I was outside my home in a neighborhood, and I couldn’t find my way back. I searched and wandered around, but nothing looked familiar. Every turn I took led me further away from the safety I longed for. And as I tried to find my way, I was being chased. I was being chased not by a person, but by a construction claw excavator. A large, mechanical machine that loomed behind me, threatening to crush or trap me. It wasn’t fast, but it was relentless. No matter where I went, it was there.
I remember the desperation most of all. I wanted to get home. I wanted to be safe. But I couldn’t find it. I couldn’t escape the danger.
It was a nightmare, but it also felt like a message.
Sometimes in life, we lose sight of home. Not just the physical place, but the emotional and spiritual safety we long for. We will all wander in unfamiliar paths that may bring grief or fear, and the way back seems so hard. We may feel like something heavy and relentless is chasing us, like circumstances we didn’t choose, pain we didn’t expect, or burdens we don’t know how to carry.
But even when we can’t see the way home, God does. Even when the road is unfamiliar and the threats feel overwhelming, we are not lost to God.
Sometimes the home we’re searching for is not a location, but a spiritual refuge, a place of peace that only He can provide.
I may not always know the way back. The world is always chasing me for its attention. But I can trust that He knows the way and is there to lead me, guide me, and walk beside me. He is the One who knows every path, every turn, and every hidden door that can lead me back home.
“And I will also be your light in the wilderness; and I will prepare the way before you… and ye shall know that it is by me that ye are led.” 1 Nephi 17:13
