The little chalkboard was being carried to the dumpster. For years it stood attentive, recording prayer requests for the elderly men’s Sunday school class. What a treasure it is to me, but I’m sentimental like that. Now hanging in my kitchen, it’s a happy reminder of whatever verse the Lord has me pondering. This reminder has been displayed for months now:
“Through every generation, You have been our home!” –Psalm90:1
I’ve loved that verse from the first moment I saw it. Written by Moses, a man without a home, it came to mean even more. As the son of Pharaoh’s daughter, he lived like a prince. Later when he chose to identify with the people of God, he became a vagabond. From palace resident to tent dweller, he understood both ends of the spectrum of a place called home.
Home…
There’s no place like it.
It’s where the heart is.
I declare we’ve lived in so many places. We used to ride by former residences for old time’s sake. But it just made me sad. They’d be all run down or some tree I had planted with care would be sawed down. I guess you really can’t go home again.
That’s why the verse on my chalkboard is so dear.
Home has come to be less about a place and more about a Person.
Often He’s rescued me from a horrible storm and invited me to share the warmth inside His great care. Through every year, every season, every trial, every triumph, every birth, every death, every life of every loved one, the Lord has been my Home. He has sustained me. He has carried me. I am so blessed to call Him…
Home.
“We were crushed and overwhelmed beyond our ability to endure, and we thought we would never live through it. In fact, we expected to die. But as a result, we stopped relying on ourselves and learned to rely only on God, Who raises the dead.” -2 Corinthians 1:8b,9
“Those who live in the shelter of the Most High will find rest in the shadow of the Almighty. This I declare about the LORD: He alone is my refuge, my place of safety; He is my God, and I trust Him.” –Psalm 91:1,2
Beautiful!
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That verse fits so well. Let’s see what God’s plan is… 🙂
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Love it!!!!! So beautifully written!
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Love it!
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what peace to know this promise.
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Oh how I needed this today! My precious son Noah passed away 5 years ago today. When I’m missing him so that I feel like I can’t breathe, I imagine him whispering in my ear saying ” It’s okay mom, you’re not home yet! Praise God for His Promises! Thank you Lynna. God used You to encourage me today. I’m longing for Home.
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Oh Tammy, so thankful that the Lord gave us this story. I prayed this morning that someone who needed it very special would somehow see it and be encouraged. Losing a house is nothing compared to losing a son. God strengthen you dear one. Thank you so much for sharing your heart.
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