in your hometown…
isn’t it funny all of the places that we give the name “home” to?
- the place you were born
- the place you were raised
- the place you currently live
- your opening page on your Internet browser
- any sort of place where you feel most comfortable or that you have some stake in the ownership of (i.e. the “home team advantage”)
- our heavenly home
I’m staying “@ home” this week…meaning in my parents house where i was raised. I went to the eye doctor yesterday and one of the women working and I were talking about how no matter where you go, home is always where your parents are. even though when I’m here i refer to NC as “home,” any other time “home” means Ohio. she was saying that she lives 10 mins from the eye doctors and yet whenever she is returning to where her parents live, she refers to it as home regardless of where she has lived for the last 25 years.
there’s something about “going home.” its like home is even better when you’re a visitor. people will do things for you they would never have done when you actually lived there- things like cook your favorite foods, take a day off work to spend time with you, buy you gifts, etc. pretty sweet.
but what about the deeper reference to our home being in heaven with God? Heaven is something that our mind cannot even fathom in terms of its splendor and greatness- so can you imagine how going home feels now, and then multiply it by 2,039,814,570 and heaven is still greater than that?
mind blowing.
“eye has not seen, ear has not heard what God has ready for those who love Him”
