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Home [hōm]: The place where one lives permanently, especially as a member of a family or household.
“A place where something flourishes, is most typically found, or from which it originates.”
I’m loving being home–the first kind, where most of my family lives. It was a long (but good) semester, and it’s going to be a long (but good) summer traveling on a singing team with my college. I have three weeks to be at my first home. Two of them are over–a week from right now, I’ll be gone again. I’m so grateful for these days–time with precious siblings, talks with Mom and Dad, being at my home church again, baking and washing dishes and ironing and doing homey things. Being at this home is restorative, relaxing, and enjoyable. These are the people I belong to and with.
However, even in this time I’ve been home, I’ve been discovering the second kind of home more and more. The place I flourish. It, too, is a place of belonging. A place of restoration. It involves being with the people–rather, person–whom I belong to. Same quality time, same deep conversations. But it’s my portable home. He’s my portable home.
Home is where I truly belong–my real home, my lasting home, is heaven. But home is also whom I truly belong with. Every day I am more and more aware of how much I belong to and with Jesus. His presence completes my need for belonging; conversation with him restores me. I love him.
It’s simple logic, really:
Jesus is the one I really belong with.
Where the one I belong with is is home to me.
Jesus is everywhere–he never leaves me.
I have home everywhere.
So yeah, I’m traveling this summer. Every night I’ll have a new home. The bus will be home on the road. I’ll be away from home–but not really. The peace and restoration that comes from being home can be mine every day, because Jesus is mine every day. I can’t wait until he takes me to my true home. And until then, I’ll love every day of being home with him–wherever that may be.