When you think of home, what does it look like? Is it your childhood house? A specific town? A room? A person? Home takes a different shape as you go through life. When I was a kid, home was a yellow house with a big backyard in Michigan. Then we moved, and home became a red brick house in Indiana. But now, as a college student, home looks much different. It may sound cheesy, but home is wherever the people I love are. Home is a safe place, a comfort, and a resting place. No house can create that sort of feeling. That is the kind of feeling that can only be created through being surrounded by people you love.
So if that’s what home is, then can you imagine how wonderful Heaven will be? Not only surrounded by people that you love, but forever resting in the arms of our heavenly Father. Surrounded by the purest love that could ever exist, and in the presence of the One who knows exactly what we need. That is what home is.
This world can certainly be good, and we have people that we love, but don’t be fooled. This is not home. This is not where we belong! This is the journey on our way home, on the way back to the Father. Do not lose sight of your true home while building one here. Of course, we are here to invest in and love others, and we should not neglect that. But we can remember that the places we settle into here can never compare to the home that we have in Christ.
“For this world is not our permanent home; we are looking forward to a home yet to come. Therefore, let us offer through Jesus a continual sacrifice of praise to God, proclaiming our allegiance to his name.” Hebrews 13:14-15.