- The place where I belong.
- The place where I am known.
- The place I want to return to over and over.
Family, friends, buildings, rooms, familiarity, love, belonging, security, roots, and memories.
A place of retreat, comfort, and security, where we enjoy special relationships with family. Fond memories, sights, sounds, and smells remind us we are home, and when we are away from it, make us want to long to return.
Includes certain experiences that can’t be repeated. Relationships with our family change over time. We change over time. We change emotionally, physically, intellectually, and in many other ways, so it is impossible to recapture those treasured experiences of the past that we think of when we think of home. All we are left with are faded memories.
If we think about it, our dearest memories of home are nothing more than snapshots, precious memories, and moments captured briefly before the tide of time washes all evidence of them away. We try to preserve our ideas of home with pictures of people and events, but even they fade with time as those who were truly moved by them pass away.
What do you think of when you think of home? Do you think of your childhood home? Your now home? Your forever home? Your idealized home?
- Think of stepping on shore
- And finding it heaven
- Of taking hold of a hand
- And finding it God’s
- Of breathing a new air
- And finding it celestial air
- Of feeling invigorated
- And finding it immortality
- Of passing from a storm of stress
- To a perfect calm
- Of walking in
- And finding it home.
Cite: A Better Country: Preparing for Heaven by Dan Schaefer