Feels Like Home

Recently, I have been searching and yearning for a specific feeling, person, place or thing that I can call home. And no matter how much I try; I have not been able to find it. There are times or glimpses of it, but it still doesn’t feel sufficient. The desire for finding home is insatiable. Although there are people, friends and family that give me that feeling of safety and security the feeling is often fleeting.

And sometimes I can find a place whether it be a room, open field, favorite restaurant, church etc., that gives me that knowing feeling of home, it still doesn’t quite fill the void. I also have found that there are specific emotions, food, memories, and music that provide that feeling I desire, but it still doesn’t last long enough to satisfy.

When I think of home, I think of a place that is secluded from the rush of busy life, but still present. It is a place of refuge and rest. It is a place where you can contently sit for hours and read a good book. It has people in it that give you a feeling of comfort and safety. A place where you can be yourself and share what is on your heart without judgement. It is a place where you are known and where you belong. It is filled with all the good things in life. A place where your ideas are possible, and you are free to chase your dreams.

But as I contemplated this concept of what home is, I thought about how not a single thing here on this earth doesn’t in some way reveal the goodness and greatness of our God. So, I started to wonder what “home” might represent. And then the Lord revealed to me that the feeling of “home" and the desires that come with it are what He is like and what He wants to have with us.

Jesus is home. Wherever Jesus is, is where home is. And He lives in me, so it doesn’t matter where I go, home will be with me. It is similar to how people in romantic relationships view their spouse as home, but it is so much more than that. Where a spouse is unable to provide all the benefits of home, Jesus can. Jesus provides refuge, safety, comfort, love, joy, and so many other things that we look for in the place, person, or thing we call home.

I still have not completely come to the point where I truly believe that Jesus is my home. But I know when I do, it won’t matter where I am, who is with me, or what possessions I have, because I will have it all in Him. He will provide me with the safety, comfort, refuge, and rest I long for. I also feel like just knowing that Jesus is home and what I have been searching for, already gives me so much comfort and joy, it gives me a sense of belonging and makes me feel known.

I find that every time I am looking for something in the world, it comes back to Jesus. And most of the time He has been waiting for me to turn to Him and see all that He has to offer. But that is also the part that I love about Him, the fact that He gives me the opportunity to look elsewhere and patiently waits for me to come back to Him. It reminds me of the verse seek and you will find. He is not hiding, but He does want me to seek Him. And I will find Him when I seek Him with all my heart.

And I feel like knowing that He is home, just makes this so much greater, because when I come back to Him, I am really just coming home. Where He stands with His arms open wide just waiting to welcome me.