Almost 3 weeks in and I’m having dreams of being home… Last night, I dreamt that I was shopping at the Food Lion near my house and I kept passing by people I knew… But there has been moments in those dreams where my mind is awakened and I realize that while being home is joyful and cozy, it just doesn’t feel right… It felt as though I left a greater life that had been planned out for me so that I would come back just to bask in the comfort of the place I call home.
… Then, there is this idea of home… What is home? Is it just a place that you come back to enough times that it feels routine and comfortable… Or is it a place, as the saying goes, where your heart is? If so, wouldn’t home be in the presence of your loved ones, not constrained within four walls and a roof? And if you love God, wouldn’t you home be solely in Him, regardless of which house and which place He takes you? Some people say Jesus never had a home. Wrong. His heart was in God, His home was with God. So regardless of which four walls, you live within or struggle to live within, or try and define yourself by, know that ultimately it is not your home, your home is where your heart is… And for some of us, home is with our heavenly Father and the loved ones He has blessed us with and if so, we must not be so focused on the walls within which we attempt to constrain ourselves. Abide in the home that He has blessed you with, the rest are just material things of this world that will come and go.
So, with that, I miss home – the loved ones He has blessed me with… But I know that He has called me to focus on my home in Him and bring others, who are homeless, home to Him.
