You are not home here.
You think you are going somewhere. That you will one day finally be able to sit in a comfy chair, prop your legs up, and finally be able to say, “Ahhhh. I’m here.”
You think that you will finally find that job that was MEANT for you, that spouse that meets at least 90% of your needs, that friend that always takes your side, that computer that never breaks down suddenly, that phone that truly can do everything.
You are a wanderer. You seek but cannot fully find what you have been looking for. And you are not even sure what that end might be, but you know it’s not this.
The truth is, you will not reach home until you are gone from this earth and you have stepped into My front door. You may not even get to pack adequately for your trip to My house. You might not get to say goodbye to your mother or father. You might not understand My timing about when I invite you to My house. You might ask Me things like, “But can’t I first see that nation that you promised my family. Why are you taking me now? Can’t it wait?”
But once you are in My presence, you will be home. And you will understand. And you will forget your old home, which was really just a month-to-month rental. You will realize that you were an illegal alien in your old home, but now you are a resident. It will feel familiar and overwhelming at the same time. You will be comforted by My presence and I will be happy to share everything I have with you.
You are My child, and I see that you are struggling with many things right now in your current home. I see that you are disappointed time and time again and that nothing seems to fit just right in your heart. That’s okay. That’s normal. That’s how it’s supposed to be until you come to My house.
I love watching your great acts of faith in Me. It pleases me. But know that we are both looking forward to the time when we can say that your old house was something of the past.
Because I love you. And I will invite you to my house very soon.