Last month my husband and I went on a much anticipated trip to Ireland. It took forever for the day to come where we would fly from the desert of Phoenix to the green of Ireland. I probably couldn’t have been more excited. Our trip exceeded every expectation and I cried when I left. Now, home in Phoenix, my heart is still there.
My heritage is Irish. Mom was raised in Dublin and I am a citizen of this amazing country. I long to be free of the heat of where I live and be absorbed by the green of where I want to be. I love the rain and sweaters and soda bread but here I am. I feel a stranger in a strange land and long to go home to Ireland where I feel I belong. This desire is symbolic of being not a citizen of this world and longing for my true spiritual home.
Is feeling at home really what is best?
This world is not our true home but if I were enabled to live in the beautiful place I desire would I stop longing for the heavenly kingdom? Would I settle in and feel so at rest that I forget that even a beautiful home isn’t where I belong? I know, for me, having lived so long in a place that I intensely dislike has so far kept my focus on the life to come. I watch for the Lord to return for us and take us home and partially that is because I truly hate the desert. I care for our house in Phoenix but am excited for the place Christ is preparing for us.
Enjoy God’s handiwork but remember it is but a shadow.
“Wow!” was a word my husband and I used a lot as we went out each day to see what God had made. Cliffs and oceans, grasses and forests, streams and highlands all were astonishingly beautiful. But, even more awe inspiring was to see places where people had worshiped the Lord for a thousand years. They too had seen God’s loving hand on the landscape but had longed to go home to be with the Creator for all that they could see was only a shadow of our true home.
I need to not settle down here in this fallen world. This should never feel like home no matter how much I might love a place. Moving to Ireland there might be a temptation to forget my true destination. I pray that it would be a constant reminder of my Father’s goodness, power, wisdom and grace.
We do want to move to Ireland soon but not as much as I want to love Him and those I am able to walk with on this earth. Wherever He ends up having me live, my life has to always be about Him, His plans, His ways and His purposes. If this means that I have to live the rest of my life in a place I dislike in order for me to have my focus on Him then I pray that He never lets me move. But, I wouldn’t complain if I could have both a heart for God and live in a place that constantly reminds me of His beauty.