I was praying with someone this evening and these words from their prayer are still echoing in my soul. “You are our home…a home for our hearts.”
That word evokes so many thoughts, so many emotions.
Where is that elusive place?
Iâ€™ve always loved the way the Hungarian language refers to home.Â Itthon â€“ the word that I use when I am currently, geographically at home.Â Otthon â€“ the word that I use when I refer to home, but I am not currently, geographically there. Â These phrases have meant a lot to me as a missionary for when Iâ€™m in the States Iâ€™m â€œhome â€“ Itthonâ€ with my family but Hungary is the â€œOtthon â€“ homeâ€ that I am away from.Â And when I am in my apartment in Hungary it is reversed.
But what do I do when all my geographical definitions of home fall short?Â How do I think of home when no place on earth can hang on to that title?
Iâ€™m still looking for the city.Â Iâ€™m still on a journey toward the Promised Land and Iâ€™m not home yet, not by a long shot.
But my soul has already taken this journey.Â My soul has found its home.
How glorious is your dwelling place
O Loving Creator of the Universe!
My soul longs, yes, aches for the abode of the Beloved;
All that is within me sings for joy
to the living Heart of Love!
Even as the sparrow finds a home,
and the swallow a nesting place,
where its young are raised within Your majestic creation,
You invite us to dwell within Your heart.
(Psalms from Praying, Nan C. Merrill)
A home for my heart is a home found in the circle of the Trinity.Â
Homeâ€¦that resting place for my soul is found in the very heart of God.
Home is found in the midst of the Triune embrace.
And that is a truer home than any geographical location can ever be.
So I ponder home and recall this line of a favorite songâ€¦
â€Iâ€™m home anywhere if you are where I am.â€