I know that I’ve written on the topic before. God’s taking me deeper into this lesson and I want to bring you with me.
Home is a tough subject for me to write on. Maybe sensitive is the right word for it rather than tough. It isn’t so much an earthly place as a divine feeling.
I feel at home at my Aunt Lib’s, in the car with my siblings, around my good friends, on a tennis court, singing in church, in Jos’ office (the youth pastor at my church), in a bright pink room in Bulgaria, on the front bench of a nepa hut in the Philippines, and around those that are passionate about life.
Acceptance, you’re not a screw-up at home, you’re a human who has screwed up. There’s grace and mercy at home, because the playing field is level and all are welcome. Peace flows because it’s not about competition or perfection-it’s about showing love and receiving love.
Home, the feeling of home: acceptance, peace, love, grace, and mercy are a glimpse into what eternity is going to be like. God accepts us, has grace for us, has mercy on us, and fills us with peace. His love, His unblemished, unconditional love, covers us because of Christ. When our Heavenly Father looks on us He doesn’t see our mistakes because of the ultimate sacrifice that Jesus made. God sees His Son in us because of the Holy Spirit that dwells in us.
Home is where the heart is. God has my heart, fully and completely. One day we’ll be HOME, but for now we get these incredible gifts of it from God, little moments where you take a deep breath and do your best to soak everything in the moment in.
