This is NOT My Home

I’m sitting outside, watching my oldest son and his buddies play Cops & Robbers as they ride their scooters back and forth through the yard. I have worship songs from this morning’s church service still playing in my head, and although it’s pretty cold today, the sunshine is beautiful and warm. But my heart is heavy and I just can’t put my finger on why.

Suddenly, Ryder exclaims “NO! This is NOT my home!”

I know he was referring to the game they were playing, but I couldn’t help but be reminded just how true that statement is… And perhaps this is the source of of the weight.

There is so much suffering and pain in our society today… Even just in my town. Too many evil people doing terrible things to others. Too many negative influences that make us feel unworthy. Too many children affected by the dangerous decisions their parents make. Too much emphasis on material possessions or outward appearances.

But this place is not my home.

While I’m here, I pray that I can be used to shine God’s light into some of the dark places. But that seems like such an overwhelming task.

Yet another reminder to do what I can… Or rather to let God do what He can through me because He is able. That’s one of the songs we sang today:

Lifted up, He defeated the grave
Raised to life, our God is able
In His name, we overcome
For the Lord our God is able

Such a wise statement from a four-year-old and he doesn’t even know it! It’s scary knowing that someday he will begin to understand. There’s no way to avoid coming face to face with it (believe me, I try!). But I can arm my “mounted warrior” with the truth, and teach him about the God who loves him.

Our God is able to restore this broken world. He gives strength, He heals. He forgives and protects. And in the end, if we let Him rule our hearts and lives, we’ll be relieved of this world’s pain and be with Him… home.


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