Home.

Some people define home as a place, and for me, I defined my home in the people I love for years. I have a home in southeast Texas where I was raised, met Jesus and have an awesome church community, and where my precious family resides. I have a home in Dallas where I have a new "family" that I adore. I have a home in Aggieland with all of the lives I invested in while I was there. I have a home here in Thailand that my tongue cannot express how much I love.

So if home is where the heart is, then my home is all scattered..

But home should be a place of unconditional love and of no shame. Home is a place of comfort and of everlasting hope.. And I don't find that all the time in these places. And if I place my hope of what a "home" should be in these places, I am going to be let down and disappointed at some point..

One of the definitions of "home" is a destination or a goal. And that's what it should be for us as believers.

The truth is, we will never be fulfilled here on Earth. People can't satisfy and are not reliable. Faces come and go. Places are not eternal: disasters happen, people change, culture turns, and politics will always be an issue in most places. The closest place we get to home here on this Earth is in the presence of God. For our time here, a taste of God is just a glimpse of what having a home really is.

Because our home is in Heaven. It's our safe place. It's our final destination. Heaven is the place where something is native and common to us. It's where we finally meet our true Lover and our hearts will finally be full. It's where we will never feel discomfort. No sickness, no darkness, no disease, and no shame are found in our home in Heaven.


I might not have a home he in this world, but the journey getting there has been great and I look forward to more of the adventure, but my hope is not places in those experiences. When I feel empty, alone, or even homeless, I have to keep in mind: emptiness in this life is only a reminder that I was made for another world.



-kf