Home Is Where the Heart [of God] Is

Last year my life changed a lot. The city I live in, the job I do, the people I live with, the church I attend, the work I do at church… All different now.

All the changes happened pretty close to the same time. That season of so much transition left me feeling lost and frankly kinda… Homeless. I have always had somewhere to live, but you know the saying “Home is where the heart is.”? It’s so very true, but my heart was everywhere. My heart was in the Greater Lansing area because I lived there my whole adult life. It was at Kidtime because I worked there longer than any other job I’d ever worked. My heart was at the Epicenter of Worship because it was the only constant in my ever changing life. That is until I realized the Lord was shifting me to a new place, spiritually and literally. When I finally acknowledged the feeling that change was unavoidable, between sobs, I asked and begged the Lord to let me stay. Because that was my home. My spiritual parents were there and they have nurtured me since I was a babe in Christ and a teen in my natural life.
My friends were there. And I was comfortable there.
One day, during one of my fits I heard the Holy Spirit edit that home adage. He said “Home is where the heart [of God] is.” I knew what He was saying. He meant, wherever God is, I’m home. That gave me the peace and oz (courage) to move on, emotionally.

That moment was replaying in my mind constantly as I visited Caesarea Phillipi. Today, I walked on a bridge that goes over the Jordan River.

As soon as I stepped on it, a song came to mind. “When I wake up to find Your glory divine and I finally bow at Your feet, I will lift up Your name in honor and praise. When I cross over Jordan, I know that I’ll be running home to You.”

One of the main purposes of this trip, according to the visionary, is to help people develop a heart for Israel. That’s what happened for me in that moment. God loves the people of Israel. He is in covenant with them. He loves the land of Israel. If His heart is here, I’m home.

And it’s a blessing to be grafted into that covenant family.

The biggest kicker? My room number is my home address.