Over the past 8 months I have spent more hours in my home than at any other time in my life! I am so thankful for these walls, this space, although it does get old at times. I'm guessing it's the same for you. For Jim and I, it seems like we should be planning something and going somewhere. But nothing is on the horizon. We are learning a deeper level of being content at home.
Being stuck at home is not all bad. So much about our lifestyle is healthier than ever. I celebrate that. But planning has been for naught, expectations laughable, and nothing has gone as expected. That itself is an invitation to frustration, fear, grief. I know I am not alone in this. I bet you are going a little stir crazy too!
On Sunday, Pastor Dan will dive into Psalm 90 as he reflects on The Gift of Life. However, my read of Psalm 90 this week stopped in its tracks at verse 1:
"Lord, you have been our dwelling place throughout all generations."
Several versions say "Lord...you have been our home!" Isn't that a compelling image?!
There is no home I would rather be stuck in than Jesus, pandemic or otherwise. Home is that safe, familiar, and welcoming place of security and love. It is the place of now, not a plan for what is next. The Lord's love welcomes me in each moment. It keeps me safe from future fears and comforts my frustration and loss. Abiding in his love is what the Lord requires to prepare and strengthen us for the future, as he has done for all generations.
Are you at home in Jesus? Are you remaining present with him, seeking his guidance moment to moment? Return to his door whenever your thoughts and emotions take you for a ride, perhaps far from him. Make that trip as many times as needed each day. Knock, and the door shall be opened.
You know the way home. And you can be home with him in an instant. Simply turn towards him and you have arrived home. Dwell there. Abide in him and know his peace.