Home is at times quite a fluid idea for our family. Each summer we pack up and move to Camp Berea. That becomes home. We will be up here at Bean's Corner on a Sunday, right across the street from the house we live in, and yet we will say we are going home, referring to Berea. Then we "move home" to Bean's Corner and then pack up and head to the lake where our camp becomes home. You would think the whole thing would be rather confusing to our kids. I was planning to write this blog post a day or two ago (before life ganged up on me). Then last night, Sarah tells me of overhearing my youngest (now 4) telling his siblings, "when we are all back together, then we will be home because home is wherever we are all together." They of course were returning from several days in Massachucets for a family wedding, me staying behind to close Camp.
Wow, I was floored by the insight and wisdom of my little guy. Home is wherever we are all together. My kids aren't confused about what home means at all. We may make our home in different places, but our home is about the family, not location. So that fits in with the original plan I had for this post. We talk about heaven being our home, but really, our home is with God. Some day heaven and earth will pass away and be replaced with new ones. Home will be, and should be now, defined by being together with God. Right now we are sojourning in a foreign land, but we look forward to the day when we will be together with our Father and be truly home.
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