“This world is not my home I’m just passin’ through. My treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue. The angels beckon me from heaven’s open door, and I can’t feel at home in this world anymore.” (Jim Reeves)
I want to know where home is
A place of comfort and safety
Where boughs don’t bend
Skies stay blue, green grasses sing
Rain that falls without storms sting
Flowers in all their vibrancy
Sway in peaceful breezes
A place I can be…me.
I want to know where I belong
This world is surely not my home
I die a thousand deaths a day
As my heart sighs and begs
For peace on earth,
goodwill towards men
And I pray again to find within
~Marcell Warner Bridges
©July 2016, All Rights Reserved.
When people ask me where I’m from I don’t know what to say. Do I tell them where I was born? Where I grew up? Where I am now?
Military life is one of change and transition. Often. We learn to adapt to the next space. We learn to make friends and adjust to new surroundings as quickly as possible. Somewhere along the way we realize we don’t know where home is.
All of us long to belong to somewhere or someone. We long to fit in. We desire to find that place that we are comfortable being in. A space just right for us.
I’ve come to realize there is no physical place on this earth that I can truly call home but…
As I “lay my treasures up in heaven, where moth and dust do not corrupt and where thieves do not break in and steal”¹, I learn that my home is in God’s presence. It is abiding in Him and He in me ². It is making space for God in my life each and every day―giving Him my time and attention; focusing my eyes and mind on Him. And when I do this, I find peace within my soul.
They say “home is where the heart is”. If home is where the heart is, this is home to me—in God’s presence.
Where is home for you?
From My Heart to Yours,