We have been gone to visit family for about two weeks now. It's been a great trip, but very tiring.
About an hour ago we finally got home. What a great word that is.....home. It's messy, dirty, cluttered, the garage had flooded while we were gone, there's a musty smell in the air.....but it's home.
It's a place where we can be ourselves, relax, let our hair down and close out the world. It's a place where no one cares about our mess and if they do they don't have to come over. It's a sanctuary. A place where you can be you.
I can't tell you the joy of sitting down in my recliner, putting the foot rest up and leaning back.
Ahhhhh....what a great place. Home.
I think God knows how much we need a place, a home, so he's planning ahead, construction is already underway for a home we will never have to leave. A place of rest. A place we belong. A place where we can be ourselves...finally be who God meant us to be.
Home. What a great place that is, what a great hope we have.