Tuesday Thoughts: Coming and Going Home

Tuesday Thoughts:  Coming and Going Home

Proverbs 24:  3-4

 By wisdom, a house is built, and through understanding it is established; 4 through knowledge its rooms are filled with rare and beautiful treasures.

Coming Home

There is fireside comfort in coming home after a long day, emotional exhausting circumstances, and just wanting to relax and be yourself. For him, coming home from the hospital and nursing home was like seeing a light flashing from a lighthouse and running up the stone path to its door without tripping or being short of breath.

Coming home takes love. Love and wisdom are not always compatible, but they can at least be good friends with daily empathy. Building a home to come home to with another person whether spouse, significant other, parent, child, friend, is not always easy, but it is possible with empathy daily applied. Trying to understand how the other person feels and why they react to you the way they do helps both of you grow. Keeping this thought in mind during your entire waking hours is not humanly possible, and sometimes you do not even want to be empathic. That other person or people can be so annoying!

Lining up a person’s annoying habits- like sighing constantly, sneezing, snoring- alongside your own is a good way to grow your emphatic gene. Being understanding while you are trying to build your temporal and spiritual house is a delicate, daily, balancing act and a temper and tolerance trying minefield. Reaching out and trying more often than retreating and throwing in the towel is possible and the effort remains after the annoyance has faded.

With God’s help and guidance, building a house with different, diverse stones contributed by different and diverse people establishes a real home for the body, soul, and spirit.

Homes are built in individual hearts, minds, and with individual bodies and resources. They can range from a castle, a million-dollar penthouse, a cookie cutter condominium, or a log cabin in the piney woods. Homes built with God’s help and care feel like sitting in front of a blazing fire with your feet on the ottoman and a sipping a steaming cup of your favorite drink. Unlike the television program you watch in your relaxing at home mode, if you include God in your home building, the home image imprinted in your very soul does not fade through frost, fire, famine, homelessness, or any other human calamity. It is there in terminal illness and death. Someone I lived with and loved struggled to breathe for months. When he came home with Hospice, he did not open his eyes, but he kissed my hand and mouthed ‘thank you’ because he was finally home.

Going Home

Going home. That is what many of us will do when we reach heaven after trying with varying degrees of success to build our earthly homes. When we arrive, we will seat ourselves, put our feet on the ottoman and gaze at blazing love and welcome of Jesus. We will sigh with contentment, and whisper ‘thank you’ to Jesus because we are finally and eternally home. I know that person I loved did that.

In the meantime, I am furnishing the rooms of my home with rare and beautiful treasures from my heart and mind. It is a slow and sometimes painful process. It is easier to plot with my wallet, but I work to furnish my real home with hard won heart and mind treasures that God helps me create.