I thought of this name about a month ago. Jeremy and I were watching this financial seminar, and the man speaking (Jim Samons) was talking about how when he and his wife started to travel a lot, it sometimes made her sad, because she felt like she didn't know where her home was. I feel that way as well. We have moved so much and I've lost my home so to say. About 3 and a half years ago I lost the feeling of home. Before that I always felt like the home I grew up in was forever my home, and that I was just wanting and longing to go back there. After being away and gone for so long I lost that feeling. Jim Samons said that he was reading Provers, and he came across this 24:3-4
3 Through wisdom a house is built,
and by understanding it is established;
4 By knowledge the rooms are filled
with all precious and pleasant riches.
This passage was able to comfort his wife. God is our home, through understanding in Him we have a home, He is also the one who provides us with a place to live. This is also a reminder that earth is not our real home, heaven is. We are but Pilgrims here, we are searching and waiting for heaven and the feeling of really being home. We are vagabonds and wanderers. We go from place to place where ever God sends us, and when our work is finished He will take us home.
This also gives me comfort. I was worried when I didn't feel like anywhere was my home, and I wondered if I would ever feel at home again. I now don't worry about it, because I may never feel at home while I'm here on earth, but some day I will be home.
Okay yes this sounds a little sappy. This is not a normal Randi post, but it's from my heart. I know so many military wives that are like me, we have moved from here to there and it feels like we have lived is to many different places. Where is our home? Do we even have one anymore? I hope this helps. Thanks for reading.