I had a dream the other night that I was going home again. Where is home? In this case it was back to our Lake Stevens house.
A couple of years ago I came upon this Bible verse in Hebrews 11: It was by faith that Abraham obeyed when God called him to leave home and go to another land that God would give him as his inheritence…he lived their by faith for he was like a foreigner, living in a tent.
I am hardly living in a tent, (not much into tenting-too much work) but I left my home of ten years. I am longing for a place to call my own. We live in a beautiful rented space but it is not my own. I am longing to be home again.
But once again the question lingers: Where is home?
Home is where my Father is. I know He is here with me. However, some day I will arrive to a place, and I will walk through a door and as children do, I will say, “Daddy, I’m home,” and I will see Him.
This home will not be merely a resting spot on my journey but this will be my final destination. I will see my Father.
I will watch as my Father sees me.
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