by Marcie Bridges, @Marcie_Bridges
“If you were of the world, the world would love its own.”
John 15:19a
“This world is not my home I’m just
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)
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)
BELONGINGS
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
Home.
~Marcell Warner Bridges
©July 2016, All Rights Reserved.
When people ask me where I’m from I
don’t know what to say. Do I tell them where I was born? Where I grew up? Where
I am now?
don’t know what to say. Do I tell them where I was born? Where I grew up? Where
I am now?
Military life is one of change and
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.
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.
All of us long to belong to somewhere
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.
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.
I’ve come to realize there is no
physical place on this earth that I can truly call home but…
physical place on this earth that I can truly call home but…
As I “lay my treasures up in heaven,
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 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.
They say “home is
where the heart is”. If home is where the heart is, this is home to
me—in God’s presence.
where the heart is”. If home is where the heart is, this is home to
me—in God’s presence.
Where is home for you?
From My Heart to Yours,
Marcie
¹Matthew 6:19-21
²John 15:1-17
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My heart and home is with the Lord. Thanks for reminding me this life is not all there is!
Thank you for stopping by Beckie! I'm so thankful we have a much better home to go to and in His presence is my favorite place to be. ~Marcie 🙂
God bless you, Marcie. May we all find our home in Christ and His church.
Blessings to you as well Mary. May you find your rest and peace in Him always. ~Marcie 🙂
Isn't it wonderful to know that not only is our home in God's Presence, but we belong there beneath the shadow of His wing. It's my favorite resting place 😉
OH NAN, yes! I believe it is becoming my favorite too. ~Marcie 🙂
Marcie, how did you know "Home" was on my heart and mind this week? Lovely post, dear friend. You put my yearning into perfect words.
Blessings ~ Wendy
OH thank you thank you Wendy how precious of you. I'm so grateful God is putting this on our hearts. ~Marcie 🙂