There is something beautiful about home; the concept, the experience, even the word. Home is somewhere you lay down your roots, make yourself comfortable and invest yourself.
It’s somewhere you drive to without even needing to think about it. It’s a place where pieces of you, your life and your story can be seen on the walls and the furniture is arranged in such a way as to allow the utmost comfort and convenience. It’s a place whose very purpose is to be somewhere you dwell.
For the past year, I have been in a rental house mentality in my life. You know, somewhere you put your things and live in but without the intention of staying all that long. You don’t unpack all the boxes and you only put the favourite of favourite pieces of art on the walls. It’s somewhere that is an in-between dwelling. You don’t invest your money or heart into it.
A change of pace
Over the past couple of days, God has given me a fresh insight into how He loves the concept of home. When we make somewhere our home it means we trust where we are. It means we accept our current position and embrace it enough to make it comfy. In some ways, it’s surrender.
I’ve felt God inviting me to take a leap of faith – not a leap of faith to go, but rather to stay. To trust where He has ever so patiently led me and actually mentally, emotionally and physically to put down some roots. He basically asked me point blank, ‘why are you making things so hard for yourself?’
Of course, I didn’t realise I was making things hard for myself. I thought I was just doing the good Christian thing by mentally being on the move and challenging myself to be brave about anything and everything that came my way.
Including launching myself into opportunities that seemed like good ideas that would help me grow. But I realised from this pretty honest talk with God that I was going about it wrongly.
A time for uprooting, a time for home
God is all about seasons. He talks about them a lot. In our lives we go through different seasons, ones of hardship, ones of pruning, ones of harvest and ones of growth.
God reminded me that our responses to things are different in every season as well. We need to be aware of where God has us and make sure that we aren’t just doing things because we did that before.
For example, last year for me was a year of sowing… a lot of hacking away at stuff and preparing the soil, so to speak, in my life to make way for the future. It was hard and not all that enjoyable at points.
The year that I’m stepping into now is more one of reaping from what I sowed last year and getting to harvest the fruit of the hard decisions I made then.
It would make no sense to be hacking away at the soil when there are things that are growing and ready to harvest – it would just damage what has grown and just take the whole process backwards ten steps.
Being present and being home
Through God reminding me about the sweetness of home, I realised that I’ve been approaching this year with the same mentality I had last year – do all the hard things, just sweat it out and wait until you can move onto the next thing.
But, He has something different for me now. He wants me to just breathe for a second and take in the beauty that He has made grow. He wants me to make a home here, in this season of my life, and not be waiting for the next thing to come.
He’s given me the space to be able to stop listening to the thoughts questioning whether I’m in the right place and instead trust the voice, His voice, that told me where to go in the first place.
He’s reminded me of the memory of what home feels like. The sweetness of home and of being invested somewhere with your whole heart. The feeling of belonging somewhere and having a place that you go just to ‘be’.
God has gotten my attention all of a sudden and given me the chance to enjoy the pleasure of being present.
Being present requires being focused. It requires me to look around and listen intentionally so that I actually see and feel every part of life. God is hidden in every single one of the moments I walk through, waiting to be found by me. At the foundation of everything, I am making my home in Him.
The thought of just laying down some roots and getting settled somewhere for a while makes my whole mind sigh with relief. We were made for home.
Home is where you lay down your roots. Home is right now.
Caitlyn Furler is a lover of writing, music and people. She is a first year university student, studying creative industries, music and literature. She is a worship leader in her church and is enjoying doing braver and braver things.
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