Today it’s my privilege to welcome Lisa Brittain to the blog series, Heading Home Together.
In conjunction with the release of my memoir, A Place to Land, I’ll be sharing a series of posts on themes related to the book. Read more posts in this series here.
This post by Lisa Brittain first appeared on her blog, and now she is graciously sharing it with us here. I love how Lisa dives into Scripture to see the common thread of home appearing over and over again.
Here’s Lisa:
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I wonder…
if we were sitting around my favorite room of my house in our pajamas enjoying our favorite hot tea {mint for me please} and eating popcorn laced with plain M&M’s, how many different responses would result from this question:
What is home?
I imagine we would hear as many different responses as people willing to answer the question.
The definition of home is dependent on geography, culture, and generation. And in various seasons of life, home may take on a whole new look, size, and feel. Simply contemplating home can evoke some strong emotion – whether positive or negative.
The concept of home, I think, is closely tied to our hearts. And as such, the idea of home has to do with family, tradition, belonging, growing up, provision and participating.
Home is a memory-induced feeling we long for when we go out into the big wide world on our own. Or a fairy tale fabrication of what we always wished home would be for us with a vow of creating our own one day.
Where is your heart home?
Scripture abounds with stories of home. Homes lost, left, destroyed, battled over, redeemed, and rebuilt. Homes filled with families, faith, fear, obedience, and deception. There are the elaborate homes of kings and the tents of the wandering nomads. Reading Scripture with an eye for home, it’s amazing and comforting to recognize – HOME is God’s idea.
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At the beginning of Genesis, we should be in awe of God’s purposeful and loving creation of a perfect garden dwelling for His first man, Adam, and His first woman, Eve. God delighted in His people and the home He provided for them so much so God, Himself, would meet up and walk with them in the cool of the evening.
Adam and Eve forfeited the only home they had ever known with their rebellion against God. They were forced to leave home, but God didn’t leave them.
Where was the first couple’s heart home?
What about God calling Abraham, out of the blue, to pack up and leave his homeland not having any idea of his destination. Abraham might be the original pioneer, taking his family, their belongings and livestock on a continual journey across foreign territory until God said, “Welcome to your new home, Abraham.” Abraham chose to believe God for His promise.
So where was Abraham’s heart home?
Moses, a Hebrew baby in a basket, was taken into Pharaoh’s home and was raised to manhood as a royal son of a foreign father. Later in life, Moses found himself caught between his bloodline and his adopted culture. After killing an Egyptian man, Moses fled to make a home of hiding in the desert.
God called to Moses from the burning bush and told Moses to go back to Egypt. Way out in that far-off land, God commissioned Moses to lead the Hebrew slaves out of captivity and into their true home – the Promised Land.
Where was Moses’ heart home?
David’s home was first a sheep pasture and then a battlefield and finally a King’s domain.
Where was David’s heart home?
And what about Jesus, who willingly left His heavenly place as the Word of God and took on flesh to live on this earth and call it home for 33 years?
Where was Jesus’ heart home?
Does your heart long for home?
When I ponder the word HOME, scripturally my mind automatically turns toward Naomi, whose story is told in the book of Ruth. Naomi left her home – her people – in Bethlehem of Judah. Surely this was Naomi’s heart home.
I wonder about the ripping of her heart – obedience to her husband, leaving loved ones behind in a famine, obedience to God, a mother’s desire to save and protect her children.
I wonder…
Did Naomi pack only her physical body, but leave her heart behind? Did she agree with her husband’s decision to leave their spiritual heritage – their culture and tradition?
I read the words of Scripture and I feel Naomi’s pain – the last hugs of family and friends, the heart-wrenching tearing away, and the tearful sobs deep in the gut. Surely, Naomi wondered if they were doing the right thing.
Why would they leave their heart home? Why would they leave God’s people in Bethlehem to live in a foreign land? Would they allow their children to be raised on unfamiliar food amongst a pagan people?
Did Naomi’s heart ache with a longing for home?
Later, after the men were buried, three women remained as widows. Naomi, who understood the searing pain of leaving everything familiar insisted the younger women return to their families and stay in their homeland. Yet, Ruth dramatically clung to her mother-in-law in love and devotion. Did Ruth’s heart long for the homeland of promise she had so often dreamed of through Naomi’s reminiscing?
I wonder…
Have you ever left your heart home to make a home in a foreign land?
Maybe your heart home is in the northern United States and you left it for the foreign land of the southern U.S. or vice versa. Perhaps you pioneered your way from your heart home in the east to make a home in the west. Or left your country of origin, your heart home, to live in another country – a foreign culture.
I know. It happens to me. If you’ve ever left your heart home, you feel that familiar tug – even as you read these words. Perhaps you find yourself flipping through an emotional photo album of familiar memories. The emotions are tangible – you can taste the food, smell the flowers, see your old best friend and hear the accents of your former neighbors.
My heart home is the state of Florida where I grew up, went to college, began my career, and got married. Twenty years and almost all my memories are saturated in humid, salt breezes.
One life-changing day my newlywed husband asked excitedly, “Do you want to move to Atlanta?” My response did not share his enthusiasm, rather I squeaked out a panicked, “NO!”
Why would I want to move up north? It gets cold there and it is far from the ocean. My head was spinning as I wondered why this was happening. A move north had been nowhere on my radar. Nowhere in my plans.
The answer to why was that my husband’s position within the bank was being relocated from Orlando to Atlanta. He was excited because he had previously lived in Atlanta, and since he was originally from Dayton, Ohio, Atlanta was still considered living in the south.
I knew immediately there was no point in arguing or negotiating. This had to be a test … a newlywed test of the vows. I had just a month previous promised to go wherever he would go, live with my man in peace and assist him in his life’s work. But. Wait. This isn’t fair. I didn’t know I was promising to… leave. my. heart. home.
Isn’t it true our heart home is where we abide with Christ?
We’ve now lived 29 years away from my heart home. How can the tug to “go home” still be so strong when I’ve lived away longer than I lived in my heart home?
We visit, of course. We dream of one day pulling up roots and returning to my heart home along one of the coasts. We say we will, but only God knows if this is His best plan for us.
It’s here that I recognize the deep longing for our heart home is knitted into the fabric of every one of us by our Creator, Father God. We were designed for perfect garden living in a Kingdom as princess or prince forever in the worship of our King Jesus. And yet for a little while, we have been assigned to live here on this earth as Ambassadors of our King in this foreign land.
Yes, we are a people with hearts deeply longing for our heart home.
Though I want to go, I’m willing to stay put as a matter of obedience. With this new perspective, 29 years in the development, I see my time here has been beneficial. There’s been Kingdom work to do here. I see more clearly today Atlanta is home because this is where we are family – biological, faith, and neighborhood family. Our roots are dug deep.
In truth, the idea of hearing my husband say, “How would you like to move to South Florida?” sends a hopeful thrill through my spine. And yet the true revelation is in my soul’s anticipation of finding my forever heart home with God. I’m not ready to leave this earth yet, but when I do…
The deep longing for my heart home will be finally and completely fulfilled.
I’ll be forever HOME!
Questions to ponder:
What emotions surge to the surface when you think of HOME?
- When you visualize home what do you see?
- What do you smell?
- What do you hear?
- What do you taste?
- What do you feel?
- What place would you say is your heart home?
- Is there a Scriptural reference to home in which you strongly relate?
- Why not take your heart home longings to the Lord asking Him for wisdom, discernment, healing and His good plans for you.
- Will you journal your conversation with Jesus?
Eyes on Jesus… you’re Shining!
~Lisa
Lisa Brittain and her husband, Randy, reside in Lilburn, Georgia, and have been married nearly 30 years. Together they are parents to two men pioneering their own journey in life. Lisa also shares her home with three furry adopted pups – Nole, Liberty and Victor.
By day Lisa works as the receptionist of her community middle school. However, her true passion for Jesus, loving people, building community, writing, and discipling women in the Word of God to have a voice and share their testimonies flows in and through and around all the open moments of her everyday life.
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Thank you for your story. It’s funny how much home does affect us .I moved from my hometown six years ago. We were devastating when we first moved my husband and I both had a really difficult time We moved into a house that I wasn’t happy with . So I’ve never really felt at home here we are renting .. I Was a very outgoing person with my church and friends I miss my friends . I drifted away from church and for the last six years have not gotten out to do much at all, kind of become a homebody. I know this won’t make sense but I’m very thankful for the house God has given us I don’t know how you can be grateful for something that you don’t like . I was so excited in April of this year we decided it was time to find our own house again . I started packing before we even found a house. We found a house that we really liked but God protected us is wasn’t what it seemed . So now I sit in this house with packed boxes and that was OK because it felt good not waiting to the last minute to pack everything up and then my happy world stops I watch my brothers dog for a week and now have fleas . Dryer goes washer not working now and snakes in the yard , are landlord is not easy to work with . I know most people might think why is this bothering me so bad . I have a fear of bugs spiders snakes any of that because when I was a little girl at camp I was talking when I shouldn’t have been The counselors for punishment put me outside behind the cabin in the woods in the dark by myself that’s why I struggle so much . begin to hate this house and totally not understand why God was not letting us find another house so I could be done with all of this. Can’t pack anymore and having a really hard time trying to get rid of these fleas . But in the middle of all of this I’ve gotten back with the Lord i’m writing my first book and it’s so exciting. I’ve come to terms with where are home is right now and I know in time God will lead us to our new home. I don’t feel settled right now but I feel at home in my heart with my Heavenly Father. The verse God has been giving me Jeremiah 29:11 for I know the plans I have for you declares the Lord plans to prosper. you and not to harm you plans to give you hope and a future . I know the best is yet to come. I just have to keep going and not give up . I don’t always like the way God chooses to get through to me. But I’m glad he does . This is not my home I’m just passing through I can’t wait until one day I will be home with my heavenly father and it will be perfect .