borrowing someone else's hand, my heart has gone out to my eldest sister in korea because doctor's discovered a mass on her uterus yesterday, while at the same time, my heart is in mozambique, east africa with one of my best friends.
then, i got to thinking, "where is home?" "how do i define 'home'?" is home specifically in a place, such as the place you hang your hat, or the place you come back to when you're done doing what you do for the day? or is home an idea, such as the location where something or someone you love is at any given moment?
is home a place where all our valuables are stored and kept hidden from the rest of the world so only those we trust and love can come and share it with us, or is home a place where we can invite anyone, or want to invite anyone to show off what we have? in such a case as the latter, our 'home' could be our vehicles or our computers or our buildings. our 'home' could be our church building, our workplace (though few people could actually honestly admit to it), etc.
if 'home' is a showplace, what are we showing? is it a testament to what we can amass or is it a testament to something else? if 'home' is a vault, what treasures are we hiding there?
maybe that's the wisdom of Christ's teaching in matthew 6:19-21:
if 'home' is where my treasures are, then, i have to discover what are my treasures to find where is my home. do i want to bring people 'home'? could i bring people 'home'? what's at 'home' to show people? what is my greatest treasure?"Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also."
where's your home?
for the world-wide renown of His sovereign glory...
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Where is your home? Where is my home? I think of that often. I think there is a place we must come to in our hearts as to what our “reality” really is. Is our “reality” defined by the status quo? The “norm”? or is our “reality” defined in heaven? It can be easier to define it as something tangible, something we can grasp with our fingers...possessions. It can be scary to define it as something we can never measure ourselves, only God can measure.
I have felt like a “restless wander” for a while now...but maybe that is how I should feel. I do not think I ever want to be comfortable anywhere outside of the arms of my Heavenly Father.
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