Now we know that if the tent that is our earthly home is destroyed, we have a building from God, an eternal home in heaven, which is not made by human hands. In fact, the reason we groan is that we long to be clothed with our dwelling from heaven.               (2 Corinthians 5: 1) [EHV]

            As I get older, I find that I have become what people refer to as a home body. I am happiest when I am at home in my own space where things are familiar and comfortable. It’s fun to take a vacation or go visiting, but I am always happy when it is time to return home.

Do you ever feel that way? When you are far away from home visiting friends or relatives, or when your job has called you away, do you miss your home setting and the people there who love you? Does thinking of home make you long to be back there? As the old saying goes, there is no place like home!

            I remember back in the day being away from home for months at a time while in college. After college I spent a year on the Apache Indian Reservation in Arizona doing mission work. Many times, during those years I longed to be back home with my family. My first Christmas away, though festive and Christ-centered, was just not the same as celebrating at home with my family – home where I knew I was loved unconditionally. 

            Recently I was gone from my home in Wisconsin for 8 days and 7 nights visiting my family (children/grandchildren) in Michigan. I was there to help support my daughter, and granddaughter (who was having hip surgery), and spend a couple of days with my son and family which was very nice.

            It was great to see them and fun to be with them, but about halfway through my visit I began to miss my home. I missed my husband especially and our little dog and pet birds. Hmm… come to think of it I missed other things about home too. I missed the relaxed feeling one has when being home. I missed sleeping in my own bed, sitting in my own comfortable chair in our living room, and having my own bathroom available to me whenever I wanted it or needed it.  Home is a place where we know we are loved. It is a place where we can relax and be ourselves. There is just no place that compares to it.

            Entering our apartment upon my return home felt wonderful. I was happy and relieved to be back where I belonged. I was greeted joyfully with a kiss from my husband. Our little dog happily wagged his little tail and jumped up to be closer to me. I felt good and safe and happy.

            Jesus tells us, in my Father’s house are many mansions. If it were not so, I would have told you. I am going to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and take you to be with me, so that you may also be where I am. (John 14:2) [EHV]

            When God calls us to heaven, it will be like coming home. The feeling we have regarding our home here on earth is but a taste of the wonderful homecoming we will receive when we reach our heavenly home. We will be welcomed by the arms of Jesus and we will never have to leave again. It will be wonderful. We won’t miss our own bed or chair or any of the other comforts of our earthly homes. We will know we are loved, and we will all be a part of one family – the family of Christ. We will feel good and safe and happy. There is just no place that will ever compare to it!

            When my son went to heaven several years ago, his last breath was like a quiet sigh of relief. It was and continues to be a comfort to me. I picture him at that moment being carried in the arms of the angels to his home in heaven to meet his Savior.

Gloria Dei!

By Christine


Dear Lord Jesus, take away our fear of dying and help us to remember that it is but the gate to our eternal home with you in heaven. Amen

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