I’d been away for what felt like forever. Five months in another country was more than I could imagine. The last three weeks were thoroughly enjoyed but there was an internal clock counting down in my head. 21 days ’til I go home. 20 days ’til I go home … Stepping foot into my house, I could hardly believe I was home. Home, that place where I hang my hat. The quiet shelter my heart craves. A place of restoration for my soul.
He has set his foundation on the holy mountain; the Lord loves the gates of Zion more than all the dwellings of Jacob. Psalm 87:1-2 (NIV)
He founded Zion on the Holy Mountain – and oh, how God loves his home! Loves it far better than all the homes of Jacob put together! Psalm 87:1-2 (MSG)
My home on earth is a temporary one. It’s mine, right now. But it won’t always be that way. Circumstances will change. What is now my refuge may not be in the future.
I think about how much I love my home and I cannot imagine how much God loves His home. His home is with His people. He desires to be with them and there is no end to the delight of His heart when they do enter into His presence.
There’s nothing like meals around the kitchen table when we’re all home. It’s noisy, lots of stories to share. We jump in on each other, interjecting our thoughts and opinions. But the love and affection we have for each other is evident through teases and tickles, the hugs and the cuddles. Each memory precious!
If this is what my family shares, family time in heaven will be beyond my understanding. The glory of God’s presence will overshadow absolutely everything. It will be magnificent to share heaven with all who have gone before me. Saints gathered around the throne. Voices and accents blended into praise of the One who has made us and adopted us as His sons and daughters. God is there! His holiness and beauty on display for all to see. It will be more than words can express to dwell with Him.
It does not get better than being home!