The House & The Home

“My soul yearns, even faints, for the courts of the LORD; my heart and my flesh cry out for the living God.” Psalm 84:2

She must have dreamt it. it was such familiar feeling; such a familiar voice. This desire to be…home. this desire to be near. This desire to be made whole……

They searched for months. They prayed for months. Hand-in-hand, fingers intertwined, lifting their only praise and only hope to the One who holds it all in His hands. They wanted their home.

The first look; when the smooth key unlocked the clean-white door into babes crying, dinners warming on the new stovetop, love in the bedroom, pups circling in the yard. This, this was the home…their home.

The promise was made. the cord of three was going to enter into a new home; a home of promises and of futures.

But, the wait. Oh, the wait. The wait of 27 days, now. The wait for a home, the wait for life, the wait for future. She put put her trust in Him and in him; the only one that could hold all her heart and the one that could all of her.

The One who promised her a year of peace & of hope. And she was reminded…like a dream. This desire for her earthly home, turning oh so quickly into a heavenly desire for her eternal home. Oh, how she longed for it. like a breath that finds itself captured in the midst of your small throat, she found this desire, for His home. No longer her home, but His home. And the irony, her home, is actually His home. If she can desire something so earthly and small in comparison to eternity, should she not desire His streets of gold and angelic homes so much more? Oh, her stubborn soul. Humility, grace & hope found themselves in that moment…not for the first time, but for the longest time.

So now, she lives in promises. With eternal promises, not earthly wanders. And while the smooth white keys that she presses even now, can deceive even herself, she has…will…and will always…wait on Him. Because He is the faithful One.

“The one who calls you is faithful, and He will do it.” 1 Thessalonians 5:24

And while she waits, she waits with a smile on her face and in her soul. Because the wait is not a lack of promise, but of a promise that is growing and exceeding her wildest dreams. Because while she waits, and wonders, she will not have to wander.

“But why did you need to search for me? Didn’t you know that I must be in my Father’s house?” Luke 2:29

So, there she is. Waiting. With Him. And with him.

“Home is the nicest word there is.” Laura Ingalls Wilder