The longing for the feeling of home has been present all my life. Home is comfort. It is safety. It is acceptance, belonging, and a feeling of being wanted. It is peace and rest. And most of all it is always there. Something that can be counted on.
I’ve found experiences of home in place, in people, even in stories. Of course, my home with my family is the greatest one of these. The settled presence in that home is slowly returning.
But all of these things are only a reflection. I found my thoughts lifted to the fulfillment of home recently.
I had no idea
The pain would be this strong
I had no idea
The fight would last this long
In my darkest fears
The rights become the wrongI am still running
I am still runningBuild me a home
Jon Foreman
Inside your scars
Build me a home
Inside your song
Build me a home
Inside your open arms
The only place I ever will belong
These lyrics encompassed my experience, and also drew my eyes beyond it. The never-ending fight is real. Pain beyond comprehension has been a companion far too much. Always running; that is often my version of living. Running in search of relief, peace, rest.
I think everyone has their own version of this in life. We’re all looking for home. We just need to remember that it has been right here all along.
He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High Shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress; My God, in Him I will trust.” * * * He shall cover you with His feathers, And under His wings you shall take refuge; His truth shall be your shield and buckler.
Psalm 91:1-2,4
NKJV
