Home

Home. Home is defined in many different ways. It brings memories and laughter. It causes loneliness and longing. To some it causes fear and panic. Home. Where is home? This is a question I have asked myself for several months now. Every day, every hour I have asked myself, "Where is home?". And the answer came. It came so softly and so suddenly that it has changed the way I will view home for the rest of my life. Home is where Christ is. Where Jesus is, let our home be as well. How easily we call a place, a house, a family "home". But these "homes" can be taken from us so quickly. Our houses can be destroyed without warning. Our families can be taken from us in the blink of an eye. And what we once called "home" no longer exist. And when and if that happens, we are left shaken, stumbling in the dark to find our home.

But here is absolute truth: Christ can never be destroyed. He never leaves us. He can never be taken from us. He never changes. He is sure and stable. He is strong and unshakable. He provides all that we desire, and need. He provides safely and security. He fills us up when we are empty and broken. He listens and answers. He encourages and disciplines. He shelters and covers us. When we lie down to sleep, He is there. When we awake, He is there. In Him alone is fullness of joy, peace and contentment. In Him alone is love and the very essence of who we really are. If that is not home, then I do not know what is. Is does not matter what kind of house we live in, where we live, whom we live with. It is nothing compared to the home we have in Christ alone.

So when everything around you crumbles. When you are in pain, filled with sorrow, afraid or even terrified and deep within you cry "I want to go home!", set your eyes, your hearts, your hope, upon Jesus, and you will finally be home. Soli deo gloria: Glory to God Alone.