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No Place Like Home

Vicki
November 3, 2005

Last night my husband and I packed up the car w/ a small bag apiece, our pillows and two dogs and headed to my parent's house. Granted, it's not that far--we only live about 1/2 hr away, so it's not like we were going on a grand trek or anything. But since the water is temporarily off at our house, we were going to spend the night at my Mom & Dad's.

Now you have to understand--this is the house they've lived in for the last 12-13 years. It's the house we lived in when I broke up with my first serious boyfriend, the house we lived in when I graduated from high school and college, where I came back to when I moved back to MD in 2000. It's the house where my husband and I first met in person and where we still go for tacos almost every Friday night. It's a very familiar place. A warm and welcome place. A loving, friendly place.

But it's no longer home.

We stayed in the guest bedroom (which is very comfortable). But it wasn't our bed. We knew where to find what we needed and that we were welcome to whatever that might be. But it wasn't our stuff. Although the accomodations were great and we are both very comfortable there, neither of us slept well. Even the dogs didn't sleep well. We love visiting, but it's just not home.

This morning when I was getting ready for work in what used to be my old bathroom, I was thinking that I should feel more like that about earth. It's a nice place to visit--it's familiar. Comfortable, in a way.

I have friends and loved ones here that are so special to me, and I love being here--but it's not home. It's not quite the same.

There's a place Jesus is preparing for me (see John 14:1-3) that is my real home. Although I'm enjoying my time here "visiting" with loved ones, it's just not the same. I don't want to get too comfortable. I want to go home. Don't you?

- Re: No Place Like Home from Shayna Bailey, November 3, 2005

You know how many umm..."issues" I've had with my housing over the past few years and I've wondered before if it's so that I don't become too comfortable. If so, I think it might have worked. A home is just four walls, your stuff, and the memories you make. When you're forced to let go, you realize that a home is nothing unless God is there with you.



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