At Home

For most of our married life, Mr. Bill has been an atlas-person.  Packing the car for a road-trip was never complete until an oversized atlas was stashed away but within reach.  Aside from the boys using it to learn the state capitals, that atlas was just a bother!

In the wilderness, the Israelites became accustomed to frequent changes in scenery.  They were rarely in one place for long!  It surely must have been difficult to feel “at home” or even at rest.  The longest I’ve been away from home was about twelve days, and living out of that [proverbial] suitcase did get old. I loved the trip, but it was good to finally be home and sleep in my own bed. Dorothy’s words, “there’s no place like home,” are true but David spoke the real truth when he wrote “Thou hast made the Lord, which is my Refuge, even the Most High, thy habitation.” (Psalm 91:9)  How wonderful the Believer knows no change whatsoever when he continually remains (dwells) in Christ. Spurgeon wrote, “Let prospects be blighted; let hopes be blasted; let joy be withered; let mildews destroy everything; I have lost nothing of what I have in God.”  Stormy weather or fair, times of joy or sorrow, pleasure or pain, the Believer’s tent pitched and staked securely in Christ Jesus is always … at home!