Wow, I didn’t realize just how long it has been since I last posted. A TON has happened since then, but there is no way I can give a brief summary of what all has happened. Hopefully, time will allow me to get back to posting.Have you ever thought about what home is? Is it where you live? Who you live with? They say that “home is where the heart is” but what does that mean for you?
The past few months have been very interesting for me with a lot of learning. Unlike most people, I didn’t have that time between living at my parents to moving to my own place before getting married. I did live at college, but I don’t think that really counts. Anyway, I haven’t really been homesick but more….anxious to make this new transition, this marriage, part of my identity. I’m not really sure what all that means or what it looks like but I do know that in trying to figure that out, it has helped me beter define what home is to me.
Before getting married, “home” was with my parents where my comfy bed and papasan chair that I loved to curl up in, welcomed me every time; where I could lay in my bed at night and hear my dad snoring; where my piano keys told me they needed a workout every time I passed by; this was home. But now I’m married, so home is in our small, but quaint apartment with my husband’s guitar leaning against the wall and pictures of us put here and there. Even though this is home, it doesn’t quite fully feel that way. Don’t get me wrong, I am very happily married, but there’s a lot of learning and transitioning going on. I mean it’s only been three months. 😛 So, in all the adjusting, I haven’t really felt lost or homesick for my parent’s home or really frustrated over not being used to calling this place and marriage home. If anything, I think it has only made me feel more secure in Christ and the reality that this earth is not my home; it is my temporary home.
There’s a song by Carrie Underwood (don’t ask me about Underwood’s salvation because that’s not the point) called “Temporary Home” and the chorus goes:
This is my temporary home, it’s not where I belong
Windows and rooms that I’m passing through
This is just a stop on the way to where I’m going
I’m not afraid because I know
This is my temporary home
This is our temporary home. I think that in this in between time, reality has concreted itself in me. It isn’t a depressing thought, but rather a joyful, peaceful, and comforting thought. Shouldn’t we as believers have this security? Shouldn’t we reach a balance where we value our life here on earth but our hearts are tied with Jesus Christ who resides at the right-hand of God the Father? Since that is His home, shouldn’t that also be ours?
You know those days when you’ve been at work or on a trip and then you get home. Doesn’t your whole being just let out a sigh of relief? You’re where everything is familiar and comfortable. I think that’s the way it’ll feel when we reach Heaven. Our hearts, souls, and bodies will be at rest. We’ll be somewhere new in a sense, but really, all familiar to our hearts.
So, what is home for you? For me, with my wonderful husband wherever we live, but it’s my temporary home. One day, hopefully decades away, I’ll go home.
Because home is where the heart is.