Home.
This four-letter word has strained every muscle in my heart, for all my wrestlings and stretchings across lakes, oceans and continents.
I’ve packed, re-packed and unpacked more boxes and suitcases than I can remember.
I’ve squinted my eyes looking for it.
My stomach aches and twists into knots longing for it.
This four-letter word.
It looks so unassuming. So humble. So plain.
And yet, the pull is so great I can’t resist its magnetic force.
The hand that created all things great and small pulls me, day by day, closer to my goal.
He sets my eyes on the prize.
[Tweet “He tests me, refines me with fire, that my longing may increase.”]
He reminds me that every day is one step closer to eternity.
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When I close my eyes and am ushered into His presence, I have a feeling I’ll wonder why I was so preoccupied with my search for home in this place.
It’s not here. It never was.
I’m a pilgrim, a foreigner just passing through.
May the Lord remind me that this life is but a temporary breath, a deep inhale in anticipation of
home.
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Friends, if home is a theme close to your heart, you’ll definitely want to get your hands on this latest gem from Emily Wierenga:
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This is Day 5 of 31 Days of Five Minute Free Writes. Click here for more posts in this series.
I love this: May the Lord remind me that this life is but a temporary breath, a deep inhale in anticipation of home.
It’s true, we have a real home in eternity with our Father. And in this life, we will always long for that home until we get to it.