“Home” is a word that has become difficult for me to define over the years. We’ve lived in so few places for more than a year or two. We’ve lived in this house for 6 years (longer than any place I can remember), and it seems about as close a place to call home as I know.
By the way, We’re glad to report that we’re back home down here in Mexico. Thanks for praying. Praise God for seeing us safely through over 7,100 miles and 54 days of road tripping. My back hurts. My knee hurts. I’m a little weary. It’s nice to be back in my own bed and in our own place. Even so, it really doesn’t feel like home.
Obviously, this world is truly not our home and I guess that’s the reality of why I don’t feel like this house or any other place in this world really is our home. And that’s ok. In fact, that’s good. Jesus felt the same way. “In my Father’s house…” is how He put it. I like that. We’re truly not home yet.
I was reflecting here late tonight on the music of Selah which we’ve come to love and appreciate. What a great concert we experienced near the beginning of our trip. We’ve listened to their music in the van for many hours. I checked out their website and watched this video and thought about “home” and Jesus and what it means to follow Him. It’s a powerful testimony from the young Turkish believer and the lyrics to their song are mostly the words of Jesus who knows all about “home” and what it takes to get there. Take a few minutes and listen to this. I think you’ll be blessed and challenged too.
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