The front door bursts open and I hear, “Yo, Mom!” or “Marco…..” (waiting for me to respond with Polo) or “Hello! I’m home!” My kids are home and want to make their arrival known! (I never get tired of hearing their greetings!)
I remember doing the same thing growing up. The door is barely open and I’m yelling for Mom to let her know I”m home. I still do that today. Even though it’s a different house, it’s still home because that’s where mom is at. Another place that felt like home was Mam’s, my maternal grandmother. She lived a short bike ride away. I visited often after school and spent many Friday nights watching TV and playing Rummy. I’d open her door and holler, “Mam, I’m here!” All 4’11 ½” of her would come and wrap me up in a hug then steer me toward the Big Bird cookie jar!!
I learned early on, family was my home. Wherever they were, that’s where home was.
During a several month time period, Mark was in and out of the hospital due to his heart condition, RV Dysplasia. During one of his stays, a dear friend of ours from my home church was also in the hospital. While Mark napped, I took a walk to go visit her. Her husband was also with her. We chit chatted for a bit. We shared hospital stay stories, the lack of comfortable beds for spouses and you don’t rest well in a hospital! I asked her husband if he was going to head home tonight. He looked me in the eyes and said, “Dear, my home is wherever she is.”
I rarely left Mark when he was in the hospital. I spent several nights on the couches or chairs that were supposed to be comfortable to sleep on. I’d go home every other night or so to go see and check in on the kids (and grandparents!). Family members would come visit and ask if I’d want to go out to eat with them. I’d kindly turn the offer down. I needed/wanted to be “home” and at that time, “home” was where Mark was, in a hospital.
What comes to your mind when you think of home? Mom is in the house doing mom things. Dad is in the garage fixing a car. My brother in front of the TV eating his extra large bowl of cereal. My sister on the front porch swing, reading a book. Christmas Eve at Grandpa and Grandma’s, sitting around the table with everyone. Walking into Mam’s house smelling what she’s been cooking that day. Seeing Mam at her sewing machine mending someone’s clothes. Our family cramped into a pop-up camper for summer vacation. Sitting around a campfire. Walking in the door after a long day at work and am greeted with a hug and asked how my day was. My kids running towards me when I get home. Friday family movie night, eating pizza in the living room and popcorn for dessert. Stepping over toys spread throughout the house. Family bike rides. My teenageers fixing dinner. Friends sitting around the table sharing a meal. Playing Euchre. Making homemade cookies with the kids. My kids and their friends hanging out, laughing and having a good time.
Home is safe. Home is where I am loved unconditionally. No matter where I was or what I was doing, I could always come home. Home is a resting place. Home is a place of comfort and stability. Home is a physical and emotional shelter. Home truly is where my heart is. Home is wherever my loved ones are gathered.
What is home to you?
When my husband passed away, my “home” was shaken, broken and almost destroyed. Home, as I knew it, was forever changed.
All of the descriptions of home that I mentioned above all comes from one source, our Heavenly Father. I know, that is a Sunday School answer, but hear me out. Think about the crucifixion, resurrection and ascension. Christ died for our sins, the ultimate sacrifice. He died so I could be set free. Love in action. Three days later He rose from the dead. The miracle. When He ascended from earth to Heaven 40 days later, He gave believers the gift of the Holy Spirit. The Holy Spirit is our relationship with Christ and our Heavenly Father. John 14:23 states, “All who love me will do what I say. My Father will love them, and we will come and make our home with each of them.”
Did you catch the last part? They, meaning Father, Son, Holy Spirit, is at home in me. God just walked into my heart and said, “Hello, I’m home!” His home is in me! Because of God’s omnipresence, His home is in each and everyone of us. As a believer and follower of Christ, my home is in Him and His home is in me. Home is where my heart is. My heart is God’s. All I am is His. All He is is in me! All He is is in you!
As I have had to rebuild our home, our foundation and stronghold is in Christ alone. No matter where I am, no matter who I am with, I am at home with Christ at home in me. Such peace and comfort. My heart just gave a sigh of relief of being home with Him.
My friends, where is your home? Who is in your home? May your home be in Christ as His home is in you.
Thanks for sharing a moment with me. We are in this together with Him at home in us.