When I read about “true north”, it was in a non-fiction context involving direction, and use of a compass.  However, my mind took it to a different place.  I don’t know if I can adequately explain, but this is a phrase that I actually feel when I say it.  “True north” speaks to me of centered-ness and grounded-ness, a sense of precise direction and focus in my core.  It means “home”, security and open arms at the end of the journey.  

You know, I’ve heard this phrase used in movies and books, when one lover says to another, “you are my true north“.  When I read my own description in this kind of romantic context, it makes me feel sort of sorry for the person on the receiving end!  That’s a tall order to fill!  Yet, I know I’ve been guilty of heaping these kinds of expectations on my husband.  For a lot of years, he’s been the one by whom I’ve charted my course.  I’ve found my home in him and counted on him to fill me with security, guide and direct me, and be my foundation.  Certainly, he’s done his best to be those things for me.  But is that even fair of me to expect that of him? He’s human, for crying out loud!  There’s no way in the world he can come through on all counts, even if he really wants to.  

But, thankfully that doesn’t mean that “true north” is lost to me.  I can grab my husband’s hand and, together, we can follow the ONE TRUE NORTH.  While we can offer each other what we’re able, we can join together to follow the WHOLLY CAPABLE Christ.  After all, He is THE WAY, and THE TRUTH, and has already paved the way for ABUNDANT AND ETERNAL LIFE!  He’s the one waiting with open arms at the end of the journey if we’ll but chart our course by HIM. Maybe that’s why I feel “true north”.  He’s living inside me, pointing the way.