Jesus Christ
Be My Home
What does home mean? Is it a place? Is it people? Is it a feeling? Is it all of these things? This concept and idea of home has been one that I have been wrestling with since being abroad. I am not the first, nor will I be the last overseas worker to question what it means to be “home”. That is simultaneously encouraging, and frustrating because there is no one answer.
Jesus Christ
Be My Home
A few months ago, I did a virtual prayer retreat. The theme and main idea of the retreat was “The Temple: My Heart, God’s Home”. It was such a filling time of diving into the idea of God dwelling in our hearts. He has made a home inside of us, a temple where his presence can be found. In the Hebrew Bible, the authors use two words to describe Sabbath: “shabbat” and “nuakh”. Shabbat means to “stop working”. Nuakh means to “dwell” or “settle”. To Sabbath is to settle in to the presence of God.
Jesus Christ
Be My Home
Home, to me, is Oregon. It’s Zambia. It’s wherever my family and friends are. It’s all the places I have been and all the places I will go. It’s a good cup of coffee in the morning. It’s snuggling with a dog. It’s peace and comfort. It’s dwelling with God, and Him dwelling with me.
Jesus Christ
Be My Home
This has become my breath prayer. When faced with the question, “what is home?”, it is so easy to respond with, “Jesus is your home!”. While this is true, it doesn’t always take away the pain, hurt, sadness, frustration, confusion, and isolation of not knowing what, where, who, home is. So, my prayer has become, “Jesus Christ, be my home”. When nothing else fits or makes sense, I want Jesus to be my home. That is enough, because it has to be enough and because He is enough.
Jesus Christ
Be My Home