Home is taking on a slightly different meaning lately. My husband and I recently moved out of state and we may or may not stay here depending upon his job situation. Boxes are still unpacked, pictures remain wrapped in closets. I have no sense of being settled.
So where is our home? Here’s the reality:
Therefore, brothers, since we have confidence to enter the Most Holy Place by the blood of Jesus, by a new and living way opened for us through the curtain that is, his body, and since we have a great priest over the house of God, let us draw near to God with a sincere heart in full assurance of faith, having our hears sprinkled to cleanse us from a guilty conscience and having our bodies washed with pure water. Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful. Hebrews 10:19-24.
I close my eyes, take a deep breath and know that I am near to God. My Savior, Jesus Christ has washed my soul clean of the dirt and sin that clung so tenaciously. He has brought me to his Father. This is where home is. This is where my soul rests, near to the heart of God.
Kathy
Psalm 84
Sixty-six books in a year 