is a strange concept.
to my mother, I haven't lived at home for 5 years.
though, there have been many places that I have felt, at home.
i'm here now. there is a bed in the corner of the room and we are talking about paint
a cream colored curtain is blowing
and my car is full of things to unload.
I feel paralyzed by the sight of it, once again, unpacking all of my belongings
to set temporarily on the shelves
and I ask
why?
why have I moved so many times?
and they have all felt God-led.
why?
I dont understand.
perhaps it is simply to show me that God is my home
that Jesus within me is my resting place
and that no matter where I find to rest my feet - I am home.
with him.
exuding him.
this is my calling.
I remember when I was 12... 14? I dont remember.
but I wrote in my bible and in my journal
"God, I give you my feet."
at that time I felt it very significant
a very poetic statement for a girl my age
but,
I think that he took them.
and sometimes I dont really quite understand
but I am happy, at times I feel uprooted
but with each step I have learned that
He. remains. consistent.
He is home.
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I love you. And miss you. Can't wait to give you a bear hug.
Glad we shared a home together for a few months! I love you Chels!
"I think that he took them."
This is why He's not a God to whom you vow anything lightly. It also reminds me of a question my Dad once asked when I was telling him about wanting to do something or other for God. I must have been sounding a little self-righteous in the way I was talking about it, because Dad said, "And do you even think you'd want to ask for this, if the Holy Spirit hadn't been prompting you to do it?"
I'm glad God guides our vows even when we have no idea of their full scope. Which is all the time.
i like what thursday said. this is good.
chels, you make everywhere you go seem like home. you yourself are homey. chelsea - a safe harbor. He made you that, too.
i agree that you are homey. and you make others feel at home, like they can rest and be comfortable around you. this too is a gift from God, as brooke pointed out...
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