One of the experiences in life that I seem to appreciate more as I age is 'coming home.' Recently I was in Brisbane for a few days visiting my sister. It was a great opportunity to enjoy each other's company. But I find that regardless of where I am or for how long I am away, the thought of 'coming home' excites me. I begin to anticipate the warmth and comfort of my own bed and the familiar surroundings of my own home. Surprisingly, this has not always been so. In past years, I would have 'looked forward' to loads of unpacking and washing; the stresses of supermarket shopping and the challenge of picking up the threads of the busy lives of my four children. And I would have fantasised about what it might be like to have had another week's holiday!
Now it seems 'Home' is my haven. It's where I feel most like 'me.'It says a lot about who I am. One of the things I love about my home is its openness and space. I love to be able to see outside from all rooms of the house and to be able to interact with friends and family whilst preparing meals. I love the fact that our home has space for grandchildren to play and for adults to connect over coffee. And I love the quietness of the surrounding countryside. Being home replenishes my soul.
But this is not my only home. My spiritual home has been prepared for me since the beginning of time. It is my place of rest in this life and the next. My spiritual home is where I find my security,significance and acceptance. This home has not been constructed by human hands but by the compassionate, merciful and loving hands of Jesus. As I grow older, I hope that the prospect of fully occupying such an incredible home fills me with joy and anticipation.
Now it seems 'Home' is my haven. It's where I feel most like 'me.'It says a lot about who I am. One of the things I love about my home is its openness and space. I love to be able to see outside from all rooms of the house and to be able to interact with friends and family whilst preparing meals. I love the fact that our home has space for grandchildren to play and for adults to connect over coffee. And I love the quietness of the surrounding countryside. Being home replenishes my soul.
But this is not my only home. My spiritual home has been prepared for me since the beginning of time. It is my place of rest in this life and the next. My spiritual home is where I find my security,significance and acceptance. This home has not been constructed by human hands but by the compassionate, merciful and loving hands of Jesus. As I grow older, I hope that the prospect of fully occupying such an incredible home fills me with joy and anticipation.
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