Last Sunday our three oldest children, all in college, were home—along with our youngest, who is in high school and still lives at home, of course.
I feel such peace when we’re all together, especially in our home.
We moved into our house twenty-four years ago, when we only had one child. Our next two children were born in our home. We brought our youngest home when she was three, adopted from Vietnam. We’ve lived daily life together, struggled together, celebrated together, grieved together, and hosted our extended family and community through the years, creating countless memories together.
I was thinking about our home and all it means to me this week when I came across John 14:23: “Jesus replied, ‘Anyone who loves me will obey my teaching. My Father will love them, and we will come to them and make our home with them.’” (NIV)
The verse reminded me that as much as I cherish the years we’ve been in our house, my true home is with Christ, both here on earth and in heaven.
Heaven. Now that’s another beautiful word. In Pennsylvania Dutch, it’s himmel.