You are my Home
I love the idea of home. When Ben and I got married I wrote him a song that said, "You are my home" meaning, from now on, wherever you are, that's where I belong. Ascribing "home" to my betrothed was the fullest expression of love I could conceive. Over the years my love of home has not changed. In fact, I love it so much that I have chosen "Home-Maker" as my full-time profession. Creating a place that is a haven and a sending base and a training ground for those I love makes me feel alive. I love pouring my creativity and energy into our home and the people in it.
Ben and I have lived 6 different places in our 13 years of marriage and yet each one has had similar smells and rhythms and meals and decor. Why? Because I was there. The walls and cities can change, but if the home-maker is the same then each residence will have those same touches that signal "home" to its inhabitants. So, in many ways, home is not so much a place, but a person...in this case, Mom.
Sometimes when we are travelling as a family we will reach a point in the trip where our kids start crying and wanting to go home. I can remember saying on several occasions, you ARE home because I'm here. I'm your home.
This idea that home is not a place but a person keeps rattling around in my brain as I watch the news and scroll social media and view the changes in our world and feel like I no longer belong here. I am home-sick - I have a partial longing to go back to what I perceive to be a better time, and another longing to skip ahead to heaven. But what God has been reminding me is that He is my home. In this life, whatever that looks like, in the next life, whatever that looks like, wherever He is, I am home.
So be encouraged, friends. If you are abiding in Christ then you can lie down in peace, rise with hope, and live with joy.
He is our home. And He is the same yesterday, today, and forever.
Lord, You have been our dwelling place in all generations.