At Home in the Promised Land
Updated: May 6
"By faith he made his home in the promised land like a stranger in a foreign country. . ." (Hebrews 11:9; italics mine)
Morning by morning, day after day, through the changing seasons of life, we make our “home in the promised land” of God’s true Holy Word.
It’s the place we let our hair down, the place where there’s no pretense, no fronts, no keeping it all together.
A place that’s real. And raw. And revealing.
A place of tears and sorrows, but also laughter and joy.
Abundant, oft’ indescribable joy.
After all, it’s home.
It’s our blazing hearth and much-needed warmth during the frigid, blistering winds of life.
A place of solitude, calm, and quiet that shuts out life's clamoring noises competing for a mental audience of one.
It’s our counsel, our correction, our comfort.
The sacred place where the Trinity at work is so masterfully authenticated. So beautifully showcased.
It’s Home.
In the Land of Promise. . .Hope. . .Longing.
The only home a stranger in a foreign land is truly at peace, authentically at rest.
The earthly dwelling our good, loving Father so wisely provided as we sojourn to our forever home.
