Home is Where Your Heart Is

I’ve heard this so many times, as I’m sure most people have, but recently I have had occasion to reflect on what it really means to me.

We were very blessed with the opportunity to move into a new home this past winter, one more well-suited for five children.  We worked so hard to get it ready, painting, tiling, cleaning, furnishing, and decorating.  I’ve poured my heart into our new home and I love it dearly.  I love the way the sun shines through the windows in the morning into my “office/homeschool room” and the way the house smells when you first walk through the front door coming home.  I love that my children can spread out a little more and we all seem to be able to breathe again (believe me, we were getting cramped in the old one!).  But, in all reality, it wouldn’t matter that much if my home were here in our hometown or a thousand miles away, as long as my family was there with me.   Neither the state nor the city matter to me.  Being near my children and husband first and foremost, then my parents and in-laws, brother and his family and brother in law, and then extended family is what matters most to me.  I can’t imagine thriving in a mansion in another part of the world if it meant living all alone, separated from them.  There is no way I could be happy.  So, even though I love our home, the truth is that my family holds my heart.  Where my family is, I am content. My family is my home, and no matter where they go I believe as long as I am with them, I am home.  Now, what I’m going to do in a few years when five children leave and go to five different parts of the world I don’t know–I guess I will figure that out then!  Maybe this next thought will help me with that…

In I Corinthians 6, verses 19 and 20, the Bible says, “What?  know ye not that your body is the temple of the Holy Ghost which is in you, which ye have of God, and ye are not your own?  For ye are bought with a price:  therefore glorify God in your body, and in your spirit, which are God’s.”  This tells me that  am a place for God to dwell.  What an honor that he would choose to live in my heart!  So, I am home to God.  Isn’t that amazing?  How can I ever suffer from loneliness knowing that part of God’s home is in my very own heart, the one beating within my breast, the one I hear in my  ears?  I carry Him with me wherever I go, and therefore my sense of home is twofold:  my family is home and my God is home.  I am filled with His love.  I give my whole heart to Him, and through Him my heart to my family.  There is a piece of my heart God can carry with Him to place inside the hearts of my loved ones when He abides there.  That means I can go with my loved ones no matter where they are, for surely separation from them is inevitable in some way or another someday.  My home is in a multitude of places then, carried with my family, and I am content to know that rather than a place, a building or a city, my home is the ones I love themselves.



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