Home, Sweet Home
Published by Korey Buchanek under on 8:38 AM
April 5, 2012
The older I get the more and more I feel like I'm not at home here. I'm not talking about Pueblo, CO or even the past places of Hawaii or Denver. I'm talking about earth. It's that feeling that everything seems foreign or out of place in my mind. It's that round peg in a square hole feeling. It's not a glaring thing or even an unsettling thing, it's just a feeling that seems to drip its influence into regular everyday life.
Today I read Ruth 1 & 2, Psalm 53 & 61 and 2 Corinthians 5. It's Paul's words in 2 Cor. that permeate within me. These are words that bring great courage and hope into the future that my Father has for me. The words of Paul are words that speak to a great future and home. It's found in 2 Cor. 5:8 that says, "We are of good courage, I say, and prefer rather to be absent from the body and to be at home with the Lord." To be at home is a good feeling after a long trip or a long day at work. There is something about home that makes life a little more settled and calming. However, the thought of being at home with the Lord is an amazing thought that brings me great joy. It allows me to understand that this isn't as good as it's going to get.
I've been criticized before by believers that feel that I have some death wish or that I don't cherish life here as I should. It's not that I don't dearly love my family or enjoy the ministry that God has blessed me with, but it's a soul thing. There is something in my heart that constantly reminds me that I'm not at home here. The beauty of that unsettled feeling is what produces an ambition to please Him here in what I do. And within that ambition it makes the thought of that moment I enter eternity with my King a sweeter experience. It's kind of like when I walk through the door after a long day and say, "Honey, I'm home." and I hear my kids yell, "Daddy's home!" and life settles for a brief moment. It's that moment when I scream, "Daddy I'm home!" and know that He enjoys the thought of his child being home that reminds me that He loves me deeper than I truly understand. But until then, I understand that verse 15 remains... "and He died for all, so that they who live might no longer live for themselves, but for Him who died and rose again on their behalf."
Father, today I recognize your goodness that has been demonstrated on my behalf. Thank You for dieing for me and stirring my spirit to acknowledge my need for You. May my heart, mind, soul and spirit be focused on You and Your desires for my life. I want to understand faithfulness in my walk and my words as I seek to serve You and your Bride. Thank You Father for all that You have done and I say thank You for all that I know You are going to do. Father, I love You....
The older I get the more and more I feel like I'm not at home here. I'm not talking about Pueblo, CO or even the past places of Hawaii or Denver. I'm talking about earth. It's that feeling that everything seems foreign or out of place in my mind. It's that round peg in a square hole feeling. It's not a glaring thing or even an unsettling thing, it's just a feeling that seems to drip its influence into regular everyday life.
Today I read Ruth 1 & 2, Psalm 53 & 61 and 2 Corinthians 5. It's Paul's words in 2 Cor. that permeate within me. These are words that bring great courage and hope into the future that my Father has for me. The words of Paul are words that speak to a great future and home. It's found in 2 Cor. 5:8 that says, "We are of good courage, I say, and prefer rather to be absent from the body and to be at home with the Lord." To be at home is a good feeling after a long trip or a long day at work. There is something about home that makes life a little more settled and calming. However, the thought of being at home with the Lord is an amazing thought that brings me great joy. It allows me to understand that this isn't as good as it's going to get.
I've been criticized before by believers that feel that I have some death wish or that I don't cherish life here as I should. It's not that I don't dearly love my family or enjoy the ministry that God has blessed me with, but it's a soul thing. There is something in my heart that constantly reminds me that I'm not at home here. The beauty of that unsettled feeling is what produces an ambition to please Him here in what I do. And within that ambition it makes the thought of that moment I enter eternity with my King a sweeter experience. It's kind of like when I walk through the door after a long day and say, "Honey, I'm home." and I hear my kids yell, "Daddy's home!" and life settles for a brief moment. It's that moment when I scream, "Daddy I'm home!" and know that He enjoys the thought of his child being home that reminds me that He loves me deeper than I truly understand. But until then, I understand that verse 15 remains... "and He died for all, so that they who live might no longer live for themselves, but for Him who died and rose again on their behalf."
Father, today I recognize your goodness that has been demonstrated on my behalf. Thank You for dieing for me and stirring my spirit to acknowledge my need for You. May my heart, mind, soul and spirit be focused on You and Your desires for my life. I want to understand faithfulness in my walk and my words as I seek to serve You and your Bride. Thank You Father for all that You have done and I say thank You for all that I know You are going to do. Father, I love You....
1 comments:
I can relate you seem to have been able to put into words what I have been struggling with inside - thanks for your post and transparency!
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