Home is such a lovely word and brings to mind precious memories to many. For me, Home is a place I have never been — a longed for place that my soul misses — a place of rest, a refuge.
Today my quiet time and Bible Journaling was in this passage in II Corinthians 5:1-5:
For we know that if the tent that is our earthly home is destroyed, we have a building from God, a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens. For in this tent we groan, longing to put on our heavenly dwelling, if indeed by putting it on we may not be found naked. For while we are still in this tent, we groan, being burdened—not that we would be unclothed, but that we would be further clothed, so that what is mortal may be swallowed up by life. He who has prepared us for this very thing is God, who has given us the Spirit as a guarantee.(Emphases mine).
I am groaning — groaning for HOME — groaning to be with my Savior.
I am groaning and burdened by this world and wait, impatiently, for HIM to come and gather me away to my Heavenly Home. I am groaning to be swallowed up by LIFE because it says, “HE has prepared me for this very thing…and given me the HOLY SPIRIT as a seal!”
I am burdened…come quickly, Lord Jesus, come quickly.