Home. What is home? The word home is used in many different contexts, but which context is true? What do you think of when someone says “home?” Is it a house? A place? Is it the comfort of certain people? I have seen quite a few posts and comments across social media these last four weeks about coming home. “Good to be home!” “Wish we weren’t going home yet.” Etc… But it was one post this week that really tugged on a heart string, “…longing for home.” As if to say, “Dear God, please…I just want to go home.”
I love the comfort of my own house, but home for me is my family. I love my family and honestly, wherever they are is home to me. There is no better feeling than coming home. But, what if home changes? Unfortunately, one of the realities of our mortality is that you and I—and the people we love—will not always be around. But what happens then? Are the ones we love gone forever? What about the grief you and I feel? The looming vacancy in our lives where that person once lived; how does that get filled? How does my home get rebuilt?
“He will swallow up death forever. The Sovereign Lord will wipe away the tears from all faces; he will remove his people’s disgrace from all the earth. The Lord has spoken.” (Isaiah 25:8 NIV)
My friends, we have been blessed with the gift of eternal salvation. Jesus conquered death on the cross and one day I will not only see Him, but also those you and me long so dearly to see. One day we will be forever home.
I believe that with every fiber of my being and it is a foundation of comfort that I lean upon especially when someone I love is called home. However, there is still the sorrow of today that we must endure. Since I believe in the life everlasting does that make losing someone I love more bearable than perhaps someone who does not believe the same? No…then again perhaps yes. No, the loss of a loved one is an undeniably painful experience. The closer you are to the person the more their loss hurts. To deny this as well as many of the other accompanying emotions would be absurd. Yes, when I am able to step back and look at what has happened, I can ascertain the Lord has called one of His children home just as He will me when He is ready.
But our humanity instills in us a question that I would argue has undoubtedly been asked throughout time; why? Why this person? Why now? In my search to answer this question long before now I discovered this verse:
“As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.” (Isaiah 55:9 NIV)
As a parent I can relate to this. Think of the things we do and do not let our children do. We let them do the things that will be good for them and try to eliminate those that will not. Why? Because we love them and we know what is best for them. But that doesn’t mean our children understand our decision does it? No. In fact, it is just the opposite. Since they cannot comprehend the why behind our decision they become upset. It generally is not until later in life that kids can appreciate the decisions made by parents because it is at this point they understand the why.
Truth: God does have a plan. Truth: I don’t always understand it. But for my confusion there is a promise of hope. A promise of an eternal home. With that, I pray that you would find comfort in knowing that the Father of all creation has a reason for calling each and every one of His children home when He does.
I would find myself honored to listen to how you have dealt with the loss of a loved one.