we have been uprooted. we’re not-quite-gone from our last home, because we are not-quite-settled in another. while we seek to connect and build relationship, if i’m honest i feel such unsettled-ness because i don’t have my home.
i’m surprised by the moments i get glimpses of that “home” feeling in the hearts and words of others. when someone shares they’ve enjoyed one of our recipes. when someone dares to bravely reveal a piece of themselves, open for acceptance or challenge. when someone sheds tears of understanding at how little me is feeling.
in times of transition, i find my heart becomes unsettled. i’m grappling with my whole being for some sense of control, of balance, of belonging. and yet as i feel unsettled here, i remember yet again that this world is not my home. it’s temporary. it’s a place where i live out Truth, paradoxically fleshing out what is genuine, while realizing in growing anticipation that it’s only the starter home, the precursor for the forever-homethat is my Home with my Papa.
and when i remember, startled again by the truth of it, that i am to settle here but not seek my settled-ness here, i am surprised by peace. somehow knowing this isn’t all there is, that even my earthly dream-home isn’t the end-all and be-all, so getting it or not getting it is of little consequence, brings calm to my heart. recognizing that while i seek to create beauty to honor my Creator, He is the true beauty and He is ultimately my heart’s Home brings calm.
so, how do you find peace?
(i’m joining a group of bloggers connecting on the word “peace” this week; click over to finding the grace within to see what they’re saying.)
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Andrew Budek-Schmeisser
January 7, 2015 at 5:30 amCOOL website, and I love the ‘dancing’ sketch at the top of the page.
Peace for me…is war. It sounds like a loony contradiction, and it probably is, but combat changed my paradigm of life.
I can’t feel peace in my soul until we’re ALL there. Until no one waits in fear for the midnight knock on the door. Until no innocent has a reason to cry in agony. Until Rachel need not weep for her children.
I’m too ill to go out and fight now, but I hope that the sanctuary my wife and I run for unwanted dogs is an acceptable substitute to the God of Battles.
A long time ago, I worked with guys who had a creed, and a lot of them died by it.
Either we all go home, or no one does.
admin
January 8, 2015 at 3:28 amOh, wow, Andrew… this is a powerful comment – poetic and truthful and raw. Thank you so much for taking time to write – I am challenged and encouraged at once. And I’m hopping right over to your blog to see more.
Jordyn
January 7, 2015 at 4:25 pmYes. Yes. Yes. Such an encouragement to my heart.
admin
January 8, 2015 at 3:29 am🙂 🙂 🙂
Helen
January 8, 2015 at 12:17 pmVery thought-provoking post. Thank you for sharing (I arrived from Tuesdays at Ten)
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January 15, 2015 at 12:32 amthank you, Helen! i loved this prompt – how about you?
Jolene
January 9, 2015 at 2:34 pmYes, I need that reminder that God is my heart’s home. Thank you for sharing this message with us. I am stopping by from Tuesdays at 10. I hope that you have a wonderful day!
admin
January 15, 2015 at 12:31 amthank you, Jolene. He keeps drawing me back to that thought time and again… be blessed!
James Jordan
August 11, 2023 at 5:57 amI appreciate your perspective on finding peace in remembering that this world is not our home and that our true home is with our heavenly Father.
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