The news had been telling us it was coming all day, and now it was here, accompanied by fog. Rain seemed to make night come more quickly and driving down the highway alone in the wet dark felt challenging.


Doc and I were “glamping” (glamorous camping) in our new Airstream when I got a call from my daughter,  just after lunch.  She called to say she was sick and needed help with the children. We live four hours from her, but this weekend we camped about 40 minutes away. So, I kissed Doc before leaving him with the camper, not wanting to expose him to this virus. I drove to the first grocery store I saw to stock up on things like Gatorade, Sprite, eggs, ham, and milk, then headed to her house.


The grandchildren squealed with delight as I walked in toting white plastic bags that held the promise of goodies, and of Gigi cooking. Ham, mushroom and sautéed onions went into a quiche. As they ate they told me about their day. “Did you know ‘M’ was for mouse and there is one in the backyard?” The young ones covered their slice with ketchup, as the older ones chose sour cream and salsa. My daughter had a few bites with her Sprite then returned bed to sleep.


As darkness began to fall, I hugged them all and promised to check on my daughter tomorrow, then headed back to camp.


I’ve traveled these roads for years visiting family and friends. But tonight, they seemed unfamiliar as rain and fog distorted landmarks. At one point I could not tell if I was heading in the right direction. I thought maybe I had missed the exit. Everything looked strange. A stone grew in my stomach as the storm pressed down. I reasoned that Doc couldn’t help me, because he did not know this area as well as I did. I felt like a ship lost at sea, looking for landmarks or a lighthouse to lead me home.



My heart pounded as if trying to escape. I tried to slow my breathing and think. Then, I remembered an app Doc and I had put on our phones. It showed us the location of the other when we were apart.


My thumb scrolled across my phone as I kept a watchful eye to the road. I found the app and quickly clicked. Soon I could see the shining dot on my phone indicating Doc’s location. I had not gone the wrong way. I was heading right towards him, heading right towards home.


 “I feel l’ve been lost… …no bearings, no compass. I kept crashing into things, a little crazy, I guess. I’ve never been lost before. You were my true north. I could always steer for home when you were my home.” -Quote from the movie, Message In A Bottle


Steering for home is never a destination. Home is a relationship or relationships that give your heart life. Even when it is hard to work through difficult situations, home is where you are loved. Home is where you are valued and your gifts are desired. Home, for me, is Doc.


Marriage is difficult. Even in our later years we can wrestle with the way we want events or situations to go. As long as there is breath, we work the sails to go forward, or casing the anchor to slow down and enjoy the moments. This is how as we navigate the waters of life together.


He is my north star, and I am his and wherever we are, it is home. Home is not a destination is it a relationship.  Home is not a place it is a person.

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When Christ was teaching the Sermon on the Mount, he was faced north at some point to help them understand. When you stand on the shores of the Sea of Galilee you face north and see Zefat, a city on the hill. From miles away this city can be seen in the dark. When sailors were fishing at night, they could look up and see the city and navigate safely to shore.


As Jesus preach on the Mount he talked about a “City on a Hill” to teach the message that points to our heavenly home and guides us through treacherous waters of life. The light of the Bible always points to Christ, our True North.

A Beacon For The Lost

(The Sea of Galilee 2007)

Our relationship with Christ has made us a city on a hill, as a beacon for those who are lost. When we shine the light of Christ in our lives, we guide those lost and tossed at sea, safely home.






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Diane W. Bailey is the founder of The Consilium – an online community of wisdom and purpose for women over 45 years of age. She is a published author. Her books include String of Pearls – From Tears to Treasure, and 30 Days To A Better Stepfamily. She creates her own line of precious metals bracelets. Diane lives in the Deep South with her husband Doc. Together they have created a stepfamily, each having two stepchildren and two birth children, and share three grandchildren, one black lab named Charlie and one long haired tabby cat named Lil Girl. Diane’s passion is to encourage women to be all God has created them to be by pressing past fear and daring to live life as an adventure. Some of her life adventures include traveling to Israel, speaking, entrepreneurship and backyard farming with Doc. She loves Gumbo, fried shrimp and seeing all sunsets across water.

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