This is so incredible. Last December my friend encouraged me to pray for a word from God for the year 2020. Asking for ‘a word’ is like opening up a pathway, maybe saying, “God, I want to be attentive to you – lead me this year.” The word that kept coming to my mind was Kingdom.
Fast forward to this month, December…the year was almost over and nothing clearly made sense to me to explain why my word was Kingdom. Then God revealed the meaning to me so beautifully:
I remembered that in February, I set my alarm to pray Ephesians 3:17 at 3:17pm everyday, and continued through the year: “Then Christ will make his home in your hearts as you trust in him. Your roots will grow down into God’s love and keep you strong.”
Last week I was listening to a podcast called, “Jesus is your home.” I felt so drawn to this, “yes, Jesus, you are my home.” Then it dawned on me. Jesus is the king, which means His kingdom is his home. So all these times I’ve prayed for Him to make his home here with me, to make His home in my heart, I was praying for His Kingdom to come in my heart. I’d never thought of it that way.
Another reason why I thought about what home means so much this year – because we bought a new home in March and I have been trying to figure out how to make our home welcoming, safe, restorative, a place of love, a place of rest.
What a gift to finally put it together – as I trusted in Him this year, Jesus, my king, was building His Home, His Kingdom within my heart.
Home means family. Home means I have a father, a mother, brothers and sisters, who welcome me and love me unconditionally. Home is where I want to be.
Jesus, you are my home. My safe place, my one I can be vulnerable with, my one who sees me, my one who loves me unconditionally, my one who restores me, my one who brings me rest, my place of joy, my one who reconciles me with the Father and my loved ones. Jesus you are my home. I don’t have to be anyone else with you, just me, as I am. Thank you Jesus.
My Heart, My Home 