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Finding My Way Back Home

“For we know that if the tent
that is our earthly home
is destroyed…”

I’ve been in this new place for a little over six weeks now.

I knew going into this move that I don’t handle change well, and for a variety of reasons, this change seemed particularly hard and challenging and uncomfortable.

In some ways, I’ve settled into the new routine of it all much faster than I anticipated and have been able to get rid of far more [ultimately meaningless and non-essential] possessions than I thought my heart could handle.

After reading and pondering “Packing Light”, I might even consider giving up my couch when the time comes … I’ll officially cross that bridge when I get there. But the giraffe-print chair is staying. Period.

finding my way back home

But in other ways, I’m still fighting a constant battle.

I miss home. This house doesn’t feel like home yet. And as hard as it is to admit, I think there’s a big part of me that doesn’t want to make this house my home. Because it’s not exactly my home. It seems all too temporary for that, and I’m not sure I like what calling it home would represent. The duration and future at this house is just still so unknown. In all fairness, life in general is much that way as well.

But I’m willing to consider that perhaps that is exactly why I still feel so restless (of the entirely unhelpful and I-just-can’t-sit-still variety) in this new place.

That perhaps I’ve been fighting so hard against the idea of making it home that I’m winning this battle in my mind that never should have been waged in the first place.

That perhaps I have far more control over the way I feel and react towards this house than I realize.

That perhaps there’s a better reality – a truth, even – that I’m blind towards at the moment.

That perhaps I play a part in the unveiling of that truth by choosing where (and on Whom) to set my mind.

That perhaps it’s perfectly acceptable for this house that’s not mine to be a home for a season, no matter how short.

That perhaps home has far less to do with a physical house than with a state of my heart and soul.

That perhaps home has far more to do with resting in Christ where I am in this moment, wherever that happens to be.

“…we have a building from God,
a house not made with hands,
eternal in the heavens.”

I crave stability and security. I crave the comfort and familiarity of home.

But although I’m most definitely still a work in progress, I’m learning that apart from Christ, such things that I want and seek and crave just plain don’t exist.

While these things used to exist within the confines of a physical place for me, in this season of transition and a whole lot of newness, I find that the definition of home as a physical location having these characteristics is severely lacking and incomplete. This place I live isn’t my home. At least not in the sense I’ve known it before. At least not yet.

And all of those definitions of home floating around on Pinterest (you know, the ones that claim home is with the ones you love, or some variation thereof…) don’t hold up all that well for a single person with no prospective significant other.

So at its core, home must mean something else entirely.

I won’t claim to have figured out the best or most right definition for this thing we hold so dear and call home, but I suspect it has more to do with finding contentment of mind, security of heart, and comfort of soul in the person and presence of Jesus Christ than in any physical location or material thing.

And that’s not to say that the physical place we call home and those we share it with on this earth don’t matter. I think they do to some degree. A home (which looks very different person to person and culture to culture) is important. But the truth it represents is even more important. By extending the definition of home beyond my external circumstances, the transient nature of this life doesn’t dictate the settledness of my soul.

Whether I have one house or one room or nothing at all to call my own, I can find home wherever I am. Right now. Today. Because my Rock never changes and my Foundation is eternally secure.

That’s what home is really all about, isn’t it?

A constant place of haven and rest, a quiet place to dwell, a familiar place for our hearts to settle, a place where there’s freedom to just be, a place where we can be restored and renewed away from the world with all of its unending noise and demands.

So I’m finding my way back home, and as I am, I’m realizing that the place my soul is searching for can never truly be satisfied on this earth. But until I reach the completeness, the fullness, and the perfection of my eternal home, I more desperately seek Him and more tightly hold onto the promise of His presence with me always. Here. Home.

“He who has prepared us for this very thing is God,
who has given us the Spirit
as a guarantee.”
2 Corinthians 5:1&5 (ESV)

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I Want to Live for Christ

I only have one life … only so many days, only so many hours.

It’s so easy to get caught up in possibilities and dreams, to be overwhelmed by somedays, what ifs, and if onlys.

I can’t do it all.

But so what if I don’t know what I want to be when I grow up?

I’m living now … each day, each moment … and I want it to count. Eternally.

I desperately long to hear those words from the Master:

“Well done, good and faithful servant.” (Matthew 25:23)

I want to live this life trusting Him, serving Him, sharing Him.

For His glory.

Not mine.

Because it’s still not about me. It never has been. It never will be.

I want to stop feeling guilty for the choices that I make … I want to own those choices knowing that I have made them according to the only standard for my life that matters at all. His standard.

Considering the urgings of Paul, I want to

“…live a life worthy of the calling I have received.” (Ephesians 4:1)

I want to live a life worthy of the gospel.

I want to press on toward the goal.

I want to run in such a way to obtain the prize.

If life right now mostly looks like working, worshiping alongside a solid ministry team, studying Scripture, loving on two-year-olds in the nursery, writing, investing in rich friendships, and hanging out in coffee shops than I want to do those things … my things … His things … well. Fully invested in His kingdom work.

I want to live for Christ.

“But far be it from me to boast except in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ, by which the world has been crucified to me, and I to the world.” (Galatians 6:14)

{Day 29} I Don’t Serve a Small God…

“…for I am God, and there is no other; I am God, and there is none like me, declaring the end from the beginning and from ancient times things not yet done, saying, ‘My counsel shall stand, and I will accomplish all my purpose.'”

Isaiah 46:9-10 (ESV)

I don’t serve a small God … so why do I act like it?

When I think I have to write the details of my own story, I act like I serve a small God.
When I act like taking a wrong turn on this faith journey is the end, I act like I serve a small God.
When I worry so much about and agonize over which direction is right, I act like I serve a small God.

But just because His timing is different than mine, just because He allows me to make mistakes that ultimately draw me into deeper dependence on Him, just because I don’t perfectly understand what He’s doing or where He’s leading, just because I can’t see the whole picture, doesn’t mean He’s a small God.

Quite the contrary.

He’s such a big and mighty and powerful God that He knows each detail from beginning to end. He knows how all the pieces fit together because He sees the big picture … the whole picture … while I can only see one very small miniscule part.

He knows the eternal story because He wrote it.

I’ve spent far too much time worrying about what comes next in my story.

But this quiet confidence.

It doesn’t worry.

Because there is peace in His presence and confidence in Him who holds tomorrow.

{Day 19} Demanding Trust

“Trust in the Lord and do good; dwell in the land and cultivate faithfulness.Delight yourself in the Lord; and He will give you the desires of your heart.Commit your way to the Lord, trust also in Him, and He will do it … Rest in the Lord and wait patiently for Him.”

Psalm 37:3-5, 7 (NASB)

As I stepped back from the details of this process and attempted to see from an eternal perspective, all I knew with certainty was that the Lord was straight up demanding trust.

It’s as if He was saying:

Don’t you see?

Don’t you get it that when you settle into a direction of obedience, a perceived calling, and think you’re set for a while because you think you know what’s coming, even when your desire is to honor and glorify Me, I will not let you stay there?

Because it’s in those moments when you stop depending on Me and think you can somehow do it yourself, even if just for a little while.

That’s not where I want you.

I want you living in a constant state of desperation for and absolute dependence on Me.

So yes, be confident in following Me, but never stop depending on Me. Never get to a place where you think you’ve got this, where you think you can leave me out of it for a while because you think you already know the next step.

You don’t.

You don’t know what the future holds.

But I do.

Trust that. Trust Me.

For Glory, We Wait

“For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us…And not only the creation, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for our adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies. For in this hope we were saved. Now hope that is seen is not hope. For who hopes for what he sees? But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it with patience.”

Romans 8:18, 23-25 – ESV (emphasis added)

I’m slightly embarrassed to admit that I don’t spend much time thinking about heaven. About how beautiful it will be or about how my relationship with the Lord will be there.

Even when I speak of eternal perspective – of choosing to live in such a way that acknowledges the weight of eternal reality and all that entails – I don’t often consider the fullness of the glory that is to be revealed.

I’m even more embarrassed to admit that (especially recently) I am often much more pre-occupied with the reality of hell … of ensuring it is understood as Scriptural truth that cannot be ignored and how that should affect the way I live as a witness to those around me. And while that’s not necessarily bad, it’s simply not enough.

But as this past week’s Bible Study lesson led me to reflect on the perfection of the Garden of Eden – both the physical perfection and the relational perfection – and as I approached Scripture with the challenge of drawing comparisons between the Garden and Heaven, I couldn’t overlook the beauty and the glory that awaits me.

The beauty and fullness of relationship with Him. The glory and richness of being with Him. In His presence. Fully restored. Perfected. Forever.

So for glory, I wait … eagerly and patiently … hoping for what I cannot see.

Praise Him!