by Marcie Bridges, @Marcie_Bridges
passin’ through. My treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue. The angels
beckon me from heaven’s open door, and I can’t feel at home in this world
anymore.” (Jim Reeves)
I want to know where home is
A place of comfort and safety
Where boughs don’t bend
Skies stay blue, green grasses sing
Rain that falls without storms sting
Flowers in all their vibrancy
Sway in peaceful breezes
A place I can be…me.
I want to know where I belong
This world is surely not my home
I die a thousand deaths a day
As my heart sighs and begs
For peace on earth,
goodwill towards men
And I pray again to find within
~Marcell Warner Bridges
©July 2016, All Rights Reserved.
don’t know what to say. Do I tell them where I was born? Where I grew up? Where
I am now?
transition. Often. We learn to adapt to the next space. We learn to make
friends and adjust to new surroundings as quickly as possible. Somewhere along
the way we realize we don’t know where home is.
or someone. We long to fit in. We desire to find that place that we are
comfortable being in. A space just right for us.
physical place on this earth that I can truly call home but…
where moth and dust do not corrupt and where thieves do not break in and steal”¹, I learn that my home is in God’s presence. It is abiding in Him and He in me
². It is making space for God in my life each and every day―giving Him my time
and attention; focusing my eyes and mind on Him. And when I do this, I find
peace within my soul.
where the heart is”. If home is where the heart is, this is home to
me—in God’s presence.