Home is where your heart is.
There is something about home. It doesn’t matter where I am, how wonderful it may be, and how much fun I may be having, at some point, I long for home. Furthermore, when I am struggling, hurting, or in pain at a location other than home, I feel desperate to get back to my haven.
Home is familiar. Home is feels safe. Home is a place of rest. Home offers freedom.
Today was a rough day. As Drake, Jessie, and I were driving in the car, I blurted out, “I just need to go home!” And when I walked in the door the floodgates of my heart opened up. I crawled into bed, curled up with one of my favorite photos of Jud, and sobbed it out—letting all the restless, stirred emotions flow.
Where else could I do that, but home?
Yet as I sobbed in the safety and freedom of my current place of dwelling, I realized that I was actually not home. My soul was crying out for more. My soul was crying out for my true home—the home being prepared for me by my Heavenly Father. The home where I will be whole. The home of true rest where I will be forever safe and free. The home where all pain will be no more.
Home is where your heart is…my heart is in heaven with my Savior and my son, that is my home.
I can’t wait to be home!
One of my secret hopes is that there will be a little history room in Heaven where we can watch anything that we missed seeing… and I can choose the "Judson Reunion" tape to watch the moment you are reunited in Heaven. =) It’s a moment I love to picture in my mind.
What a reunion we will have someday. I can so relate to your longing for "home" for that place where you can embrace the pain of your loss. Whenever I have those times, I call them my "weeping place" and how we need those times as we reach for hope and healing. Bless you, dear one, as you continue to hope and heal.
Amen Christy! My heart echoes the same . . . "But I am here on this earth, Lord, and You are helping me live more and more in the moment (hard), grace upon grace, striving to watch for who You want to touch thru me today. Because we are still here, You have something for us to do and learn. Make me willing Lord . . ."
Even though I looong for my heavenly home, I find I can still become too attached to my earthly one . . .
He looongs for us to become one with Him. Greater intimacy, greater trust, greater …… It takes brokenness, a stripping away, a pressing in . . .
Yes, we have a heavenly home we long for, but I also have a home with Him in my heart, at the foot of the cross . . . Nothing can separate us from the love of Christ.
He didn’t say it would be easy, but He did say He would be with us.
. . .just some rambling thoughts . . .Love, aunt Sue
Have you ever heard the song "Homesick" by Mercy Me. I echo your feelings.
Much Love…..
Dawn
Oh, Christina….Gary and I so know exactly what you mean about home. We have a sign above our kitchen door that says,"It’s Good To Be Home"….whether that means our earthly home or our heavenly home…it is good to be home!!!!!!
Love you so much!!!!!!
Jean and Gary
To echo Susan’s sentiments… how I would love to see your reunion with Jud. It seems almost too sacred a moment for anyone else’s eyes, but how precious! Where your treasure is, there your heart will be too. Isn’t God good to give us an eternal Hope? To know that you WILL be reunited with your boy?
That is beautifully said. My home is full of pictures of my Benji and I can’t see him anywhere else, so I too enjoy being home.