To me, home is not a place.
See, I have never had a place that felt like home. I have never been surrounded by people who felt like home. I have always felt like a wandering soul, never connected to anyone or anything. That is a lonely road to walk and a heavy burden to bear.
Then, Jesus swept into my life and changed that!
Now, home, for me, is Jesus. It is who He is. It is where He is. It is where He is going. It is what He is doing. It is EVERYTHING about Him!!! His very heart and presence are home to me.
God’s Spirit lives inside of me, so wherever I go, He goes with me. He will not leave me or forsake me. There is SO much peace and rest and safety and security wrapped up in this truth. He is my refuge and strong tower. He is my ever present help in time of need. He is my provider and protector. He is my hope and strength. He is my father and friend and the absolute joy of my life!
It does not matter that I never knew what home was before. All that matters is that I know now. The Lord has redeemed my past and shown me that, in Him, I will ALWAYS have a place to call home.
What does home mean to you?
My prayer is that it will come to mean Jesus.