My heart hurts. It yearns for home.
But what is home?
To me it’s a place where we feel loved, accepted, wanted, and missed when we are gone. It’s a place that we feel free to be 100% who we are without fear of ridicule or shame. It’s a place where our deepest and most impactful relationships are. It’s a place that we know so, so well. It’s a place where we feel comfortable in every sense. It’s a place that gives you a sigh of relief every time you return because it’s good to be home. That’s home to me.
But what if that home does not really exist? I mean, what if a place with only those things does not exist? What if that place we call home also brings pain, hurt, and brokenness. Why? Because we are broken people living in a broken world.
So then what? Home ends up being a wonderful and a hurtful place all at the same time. Is that the type of home I am yearning for?
Let’s go back. What if the home described first really does exist? But how could it?
What if the only way it can exist is because Jesus Christ is in that place we call home with us? Because with Jesus, we have a way to our Father in heaven. And what if the only place that can offer a home without the brokenness, is in the arms of our Father? What if?
As I sit here with my heart hurting and longing for home, I hear the gentle whisper of my Heavenly Father saying, “You are home. Come into my arms. I love you.”
Where is your home?
