Home

In an email my friend sent me, she wrote this:

"Home is such a natural place for us. It's peaceful, safe, familiar. It's somewhere we naturally go, somewhere we don't have to plan a trip to or schedule it into our day. It's where we go anyway, where we spend out time and do all of our other things. We miss it when we're away, and thankful to return to it."

Yesterday, the mom of the kid's I watch, married their new step-dad. It was a long day for them. There were a lot of unfamiliar faces and a lot of pictures and craziness going on. After it was all over, it was my job to drive the kids back to their house. After over four hours at the wedding, we had a two hour trek to take before arriving at their home. The two youngest fell asleep in the back seat of the car out of pure exhaustion. There was no doubt that they couldn't wait to get home. Without hesitation they went upstairs and got ready for bed without me even asking them. They were finally able to relax and fall asleep.

They were home.

One of my favorite professor's wrote a poem about how she would pass this church in New York City every day during her commute and consider going inside of it. She ended the poem deciding not to go into the church and her reason was that she was "too tired to kneel".

The thought of her talking to God was one of effort. Ever been there? I have. It is when God is not home.

What would it look like if the safest place and the natural place to go everyday, was God. 

What if God was home?