Last week I spent several days with my Mom going through my Dad’s belongings after he died. After a few days of sorting items and helping Mom with paperwork that follows a death, I realized I really wanted to go home. I love my Mom and I love hanging out with her. But I wanted to be home. Home to my husband, my child, & my pup. It’s taken seven years, but at some point over those years Alabama became home.
I’ve been thinking about home in relationship to our walk with God. I’ve heard sermons that reference the statement “this is our earthly home, but heaven is our eternal home.” I’d venture to guess most of us think of heaven as our true home. It got me thinking about if there are other aspects of being a Christian where we feel that we are at home.
There are times that I feel great peace with the Lord when I’m praying, singing worship music, or journaling. Other times, I feel that connection to the Lord while admiring nature or fellowshipping with other believers. I even feel the love of the Lord while I study His Word.
In Hebrews 3:4 (NASB) we read, “For every house is built by someone, but the builder of all things is God.”
God, the builder of all things, has made us a home. In John 14, Jesus told us that he will go before us and prepare a room in the mansion of his Father’s house. I can’t wait to see that mansion. I can’t wait to see the room for me that was prepared by Jesus himself. I can’t wait to be home.
Here’s the reality. I can feel peace, connection, or love during aspects of my Christian walk but I’m not truly home until I reach heaven. Heaven. Our true home.
Even if Sweet Home Alabama is the temporary one.