Mother’s Day has a way of centering thoughts on home, doesn’t it?
For some it’s the home of their youth where boo-boos were kissed and stories were read.
For some it’s a beloved home-state where the soil smells like childhood and dreams.
For me, at it’s simplest—it’s where my people are. My four guys who bring the blessed mix of beauty and chaos that claims home to my soul.
But, at it’s most true—Home is Him.
I’m a middle-aged woman who spent much of life chasing roots…looking for the belonging my soul craved. Not knowing a familial sense of belonging, I longed to be enough.
As you might imagine, my heart holds a tender place for others who’ve also known the hunger for roots.
Over the years, the Lord has spoken belonging over me, whispering into my famished heart that—He is my Home.
Some days, I’m still a little girl searching for home—then Jesus shows up and reminds me I’m welcome, I’m claimed, I belong. Because He said so.
And, just like that, in the midst of chasing roots, I’m touching Sky…keeping company with the One who placed Heaven in my heart so I’d search for Home—and find Him.
What about you, friend? How do you fill in the blank? Home is ________?
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