I Just Want To Go Home......
In the span
of one week, the significance of home has been made real to me….over and over
again….
My Airman
son says to me, "Mama, you know that once I leave in January for Tech
School, I will never again live in our home with you like I do now. Does that make you sad?"
A much
beloved family member calls me and says, "Sis, when something happens to our
parents, and if I ever need it, can your home be my home?"
A precious
old/new friend shares a late night text reminding me that what really is
important to our husbands it that she and I remain "home" with them
for just a while longer.
My daughter
puts a space alien video on Facebook while at break at works stating she is
sick and just wants to come "home"….
What is it
about our homes that pulls at our soul's longing for just one more moment
there?
We bundle up
at the hospital our newborn baby and are so excited to get them home. We drive for hours on end, through snow and
ice just to be able to walk through the door of our family…home.
When we are
sick, when we are hurt, when we are dying…the one place we want to go is ….home
When our
feelings get hurt, when our hearts are broken, when we are battling in the
desert for the love of our country, all we really want to do is go….
Home
And, it's a
strange thing….even those whose homes are not
outwardly lovely nor inwardly beautiful…where life has ripped and torn
the foundations…those whose lives are forged inside still want to go….home
Home is more
than a roof and foundation….it's more than bricks and mortar.
Home is the
one sacred place where can go….
And, be
I believe
this truth from my own life experience
Our earthly
home is purposefully designed by the ultimate home-builder to pull at the
fabric of our being in such a way that we are forever reminded that this
world….really is not our home
Yes, we love
it
Yes, we seek
it
Yes, we
consider home a sacred place to be with those we love and hold precious
But,
ultimately…..112 Gatewood is not where I want to stay…
Because, no
matter how comfortable I am at my much beloved "112ILY Love Lives Here" home….no matter how great my joy as I
watch my husband loving plant tulips in our front garden or how precious it is
to go to the doors of each of my children's bedrooms and watch their sweet
heads on their pillows….no matter how much I love sitting out on our back deck
and watch the sun rise up in the early morning…
I know that
this worldly home…
Is not my
true home….
I love
it. I treasure it. I am grateful for the wonderful memories made
within its walls…
But, it is not my real home.
Rather….it
is my true home's gift to me so that while I
am living and breathing in this life, I am able to see the deeper, more real
gift of that which is my heavenly home..
The one
"upstairs"
The one being prepared
for me
I think the
reason we so desperately work so hard to build and construct and decorate and
accumulate and pour out our souls into our earthly homes is because
Earthly
homes are not intended to fill our soul's longing for home
They cannot
What they
can do is give us a glimpse….and eternal Snapchat shot of what life will be
when we do get
Home
And, as sure as the God who made us took blessed rest on this
new Sunday morning…..
I believe one day, we all have that opportunity to stop the journey,
finish the footsteps…
Push open that front door to what will ultimately be…
Our
HOME…
Blessings,
Lesa
