Where is your home?
My experiences lately keep bringing my thoughts back to the concept of home.
My husband and I talked about “home” several years ago when a good friend, close to our age, died. Where did we want to be buried?
We no longer had roots to our hometowns.
We lived in this small village for thirty years now. Though we landed on this geographical place on earth for quite a long time in our adult journey, is this our real home?
When I watched this morning the devastation of homes by tornadoes in the Midwest. I then remembered the huge destruction of homes in Japan from their tragedies.
Suddenly people were homeless. Their physical, temporary structures they called “home” disappeared.
Home – where is our real home?
I sat and held the hands of my friend as she died last week. I watched her body fade away and her spirit rise to heaven. She is truly home today.
She is no longer in a place that is temporary. No longer homeless.
The Gospel this past Sunday was one of my favorites and often used in funeral services:
Do not let your hearts be troubled. You believe in God; believe also in me. My Father’s house has many rooms; if that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. – John 14: 1-3 (NIV)
I like the Billie Graham quote, “My home is in Heaven. I’m just traveling through this world.”
I think Billie is right: our real home is in heaven. Jesus told us in John 14 – He is preparing our home for us and will come to take us there.
Don Moen’s song If You Could See Me Now gives me comfort this week:
Our prayers have been answered
I finally arrived
The healing that had been delayed
Is now realized
No one’s in a hurry
There’s no schedule to keep
We’re all enjoying Jesus
Just sitting at His feet
If you could see me now I’m walking streets of gold
If you could see me now I’m walking tall and whole
If you could see me now You’d know I’ve seen His face
If you could see me now You’d know the pain’s erased
You wouldn’t want me to ever leave this place
If only you could see me now
My light and temporary trials
Have worked out for my good
To know it brought Him glory
When I misunderstood
Though we’ve had our sorrows
They can never compare
To what Jesus has in store for us
No language can compare.
Where is home?
I guess my feeling of homelessness is normal while we live on earth. We are just transient travelers through this world.
I know my loved ones who have finished their journeys -my parents…my friends… others who have touched my life – are now in heaven – at home.
Do you ever feel homeless on this earth?
Jean Wise says
You are all so kind. We celebrated today Esther’s arrival to her permanent home! Thank you friends
Kindred Heart Writers says
PRAYING. Love this son. Clella
I have a child in Heaven and I think that gives me a pull toward the home Jesus is preparing for me. I can’t wait!
Beth Reinke says
Jean, I’m so sorry for the loss of your friend from this earth. I’m sure you’ll miss her. Our heavenly home is such a blessing, knowing we’ll see those loved ones who are believers. May that knowledge comfort you today.
I used to be very attached to the physical surroundings. But, slowly, God is showing me just how temporal and transitory things of this world are so that I might find greater comfort in Him, in the Eternal Home. Beautiful post and so, so sorry for your loss.
Phather Phil Malmstrom says
I’m very sorry for your loss Jean, but as you’ve beautifully described, she’s home now and for that I rejoice.
Have a Blessed Day Dear Lady!
Appreciate reading this today as I’m going to a funeral later for a dear relative.
Yes, I do-at times. But like the old saying goes, “home is where the heart is,” is right for me. I’m not attached to a place, but family, friends, and most important, the Lord, until He says my room is ready!
We do our best to make a home where we live but our eternal home is in heaven especially if you are a born again believer. As my mom would say I am just passing through on my way to Glory. But until He comes I have to continue to work
I can so relate to this post. I have moved on average every two years of my life, half of that being overseas. People always ask me where I am from and I say, “Nowhere, I’ve haven’t got there yet.” At one point I considered whereever my parent’s were living at the time home, then where my own little family is. But I am soon to be an emtpy nester and that reinforces to me that Heaven is my home. That doesn’t mean that I always anticipte it like I should be it is the only ‘place’ I can claim.