As usual, my thoughts started in one direction, then took another turn.
My 1st thought is – It’s not a house. We had some dear friends move a while ago. We were taking care of their house for a few days. When we went in, the boys all said, “It’s not the same” because the people weren’t there. And it’s true.
As I thought about “home” I thought…
Home is where your heart is
It’s where you hang your hat
It’s where you belong
It’s where you feel comfortable
It’s where you’re accepted
It’s where you’re loved. period.
And then a song went through my head…
“This world is not my home
I’m just a 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.”
Do I feel more comfortable in God’s presence than anywhere else?
Do I really believe that this world is NOT my home? It’s temporary? I’m a stranger here?
And I thought about how every home has a smell to it.
Know what I mean?
You never can smell your own, but you can smell others.
And that smell carries with the people who live in that home.
The boys always! smell clothes that are given to us.
Then they say, “This came from so-n-so.” Based on the smell.
And that’s my question to myself as we begin this time of prayer and fasting….
Do I “smell” like Heaven to those around me?