>> January 23, 2010
I lived in the same house until the day I married. Our house didn’t seem like much, but it was home. I grew up on a shy acre with land all around to roam on: woods, fields, pasture land, and creeks. A true paradise for a kid.
When Les and I first married we lived in a bottom floor apartment that didn’t get much natural light. Our living room stayed dark all the time but the sun would pour into our bedroom in the most annoying way on a lazy Saturday. Plants died right and left due to lack of sunshine. (at least that’s my story and I’ll stick to it.)
In the first seven years of marriage we lived in six homes before we went into full-time ministry. In twenty-three years of ministry we’ve lived in thirteen homes and that doesn’t include the times we had to move back home with my parents between ministry positions. I truly have “traipsed around” in life.
I’ve heard the phrase “home is where your heart is” and honestly I don’t quite know where that is for me. Often I feel overwhelmed with burdens of life and I cry out to God with a heavy heart. He never fails to remind me where my heart needs to be at home.
Mark 12:30 And you shall love the LORD your God with all your heart, with all your soul, with all your mind, and with all your strength.’ This is the first commandment.I cling to this verse with all that I have in me and I know that if I strive to love the Lord with all my heart…my heart will be at home with my Abba-daddy.
As I continue to Traipse through life with a Mari Heart I can say…home truly is where your heart is.
Has your heart found Home?