“So whether we are at home or away, we make it our aim to please him.” 2 Cor. 15:9
Home is a confusing word for me.
I grew up in Denver, Colorado, but moved away when I was 20. My husband and I both served in the US Navy a total of 30 years, living in at least 18 different homes, on and off base, around the world, and back again. The only house we ever owned, and that, only recently, is on a little plot in the Appalachian Mountains. Our three daughters and their families live in as many places on the East Coast. My mom’s in Arizona, and my husband’s family is scattered here and there, including the town where we live. And, our hearts are deeply knit with friends and fellowship in Ottawa, Ontario.
Each place was/is like home to me!?
Yes. Upbringing, family, work, life, property, and fellowship; each set the stage for all that home means and feels.
And no. Each place leaves me with a sense of wanting. Isn’t there something more? I feel like that little bird in the Dr. Seuss book who goes around to every living creature asking, “Are you my mother?” Is this my home? Where do I belong?
Through this search, I’m discovering that home is not so much a place, as it is a Person. God is my Home. He is my refuge and shelter, upheld by His arms, carried on His shoulders, healed by His stripes. He is the only lasting home I have.
I refer to Spurgeon’s devotional quite often in my posts, but that’s because he speaks to me in so many areas of my life. And to this need for home, belonging and attachment, he speaks clearly:
“You have made the Lord your dwelling place, the Most High, who is my refuge.” Psalm 91:9
The Israelites in the wilderness were continually exposed to change. Wherever the pillar of cloud stopped, the tents were pitched; but the next day the morning sun arose, the trumpet sounded, the ark was in motion, and the fiery, cloudy pillar was leading the way through the narrow mountain passes, up the hillsides, or along the arid wastes of the wilderness. [Sound familiar?]
They never stayed for long in one place. Even wells and palm trees could not detain them. They had an abiding home in their God; His cloudy pillar was their roof, and its flame by night their fireplace. They must go onward from place to place, continually changing, never having time to settle or to say, “now we are secure; we will stay in this place.” [I’ve said that!]
Instead, Moses says, “Though we are always changing, Lord, you have been our dwelling-place throughout all generations.” Psalm 90:1
The Christian know no change with regard to God. He may be rich today and poor tomorrow; he may be sick today and well tomorrow; he may be happy today and sad tomorrow–but there’s no change regarding his relationship to God. If He loved me yesterday, He loves me today. My unmoving mansion of rest is my blessed Lord. Even when prospects are few and hopes are squashed and joy is waning, I have lost nothing of what I have in God.
He is my refuge to which I continually return. I am a pilgrim in the world, but at home in my God. In the earth I wander, but in God I dwell in a quiet dwelling place.”
Teach me Lord, to find my rest in you, to be at home anywhere, and everywhere, because You are there.
You are my Home…now, and forever!