The Wizard of Oz

I was watching this video of an a cappella group shared to me by Jonathan.  It was called "The Wizard of Ahhs"  It was a medley of songs (non-Christian though) that more like summed up what Dorothy's life was like in the Wizard of Oz.  I thoroughly enjoyed it and when it came to the part where they started singing about home, and I thought of Dorothy wearing her red ruby slippers, clicking it three times and thinking "There's no place like home, there's no place like home, there's no place like home."  I can honestly feel her excitement.

Dorothy longed for adventure, an adventure that can be probably found somewhere over the rainbow (by the way, somewhere over the rainbow is one of my favorite songs) and in her adventure traveling to the Emerald City, she met a lot of people along the yellow brick road.  The scarecrow, the tin man, the lion, the munchkins, even a couple of witches (the good and the bad) along the way and some flying monkeys, then the Wizard of Oz who is somehow the wonderful wizard that the people from the land of Oz look up to.

Looking back, I realize, my travels, it's like the land that I've longed, the places I only thought I would visit in my dreams.  My dreams did come true, although at first it was like a tornado that stripped me away from my comfort zone, leaving the people I loved.  And for years I have been following the yellow brick road, finding a way to the emerald city, meeting different people, experiencing different cultures, encountering a couple of witches (the wonderful and the wicked) and flying monkeys along the way, but the best part of all is making friends who became a part of my journey.  I never thought of the story of the Wizard of Oz in this context until I saw the video.

In every place I've been to, there were scarecrows, tin men, lions who I've met and traveled with me.  The scarecrows, they were the people who gave me good advices, guided me with wisdom.  The tin men who shared with me about matters of the heart, who listened patiently gave emotional support when I needed it, and who loved me despite everything.  The lions who had been encouragements, believing in me that I can make it.   My friends, you know who you are.  Thank you for allowing me to be in your lives and accompanying me in these journeys, no matter how long or short it was.  The wicked witches and flying monkeys, the obstacles and trials I've been through, that changed me to be better.  Life lessons that I pray I will take with me wherever I go.  And the magical, wonderful Wizard of Oz. Although in the story he is an ordinary man, who seems so extraordinary in the world of OZ, but my "Wizard of Oz" is not an ordinary man, but an extraordinary God who planned this adventure for me, even before I was formed in my mother's womb.  He knew what I needed and provided for me before I even asked for it.  For leading my path to people who made an impact in my life.

And despite being away for so long, like Dorothy, even though I had fun, learned a lot, enjoyed the adventure, it's time for me to go home.  Maybe this is where God wants me to be.  He has been closing doors for me so I can realize that my path right now is to go home.  And I can feel in my heart more strongly than ever that I do missed home,  it is where I'm suppose to be right now. And now it's time for me to be clicking my two red ruby slippers and chanting "There's no place like home, there's no place like home, there's no place like home."

I'm coming home.