After a long day of work, with doors barred and locked, I laid on my back listening to the commotion, noise and laughter of the courtyard, balconies and rooms surrounding me. It was like a metaphor for the whole world. Temporary residents living their lives ... the good, the bad, the ugly. That image has stayed with me. The sentiments are somewhat captured in the first verse of "Shelter Me" a song I had written earlier.
Fast forward several years to Sally and I settling into this current address. It's very similar ... an old house with a building in back. This complex is divided into five separate dwellings, with a parking area much like the former courtyard. Though the tenants stay a bit longer, it's still occupied by temporary residents living their lives .. a Motel.
Now that we've been here nearly ten years we've seen many temp-residents come and go. They drop in, settle for a time, live, laugh, complain and leave. Their whole view of the property begins and ends with their stay. But the cycle goes on. The Motel still fills it's vacancies .. kind of like property Earth. It must be a little like how God sees us.
Here's the song ...