Going Home

Going home. You always miss home most when you are unable to go home. Home just doesn't feel right when someone you love is not going to be there. When someone you love passes away and you know that they have gone home you can't help but desire to be with them. Home has shifted again. Home can feel somewhat elussive. Julia said today, "Charleston was fun, but home is the funnest! After all, home is where your heart is. So home can be a house, a building, or a manger!" I still call Maryland home though I've not held official residence there since highschool. After visiting "home" for a long period of time I always feel so happy to be back in my actual home. But then I find myself sitting here in my dining room in the early hours of Christmas Eve, staring into the living room being sad because I'm not "home" for Christmas. We hold on to things when we don't want to let go. Memories of "home". Holding on makes it hard. I'm sure that there is a message in the fact that God chose to send Jesus to us in a manger...a borrowed bed in a borrowed home. This world was never meant to be His home. We would not have salvation if He held on to things of this world. This world is not meant to be our home. So when a dear loved one passes from this world on to His eternal home I think He uses that to remind us of what our desire to be with HIM should be! A strong desire to be HOME with HIM. And any holding on to visions of what is or isn't right about the place we are currently calling our home might just be preventing us from placing our full attention on the GLORY of the Saviour who came to us in a borrowed home.