The cords have been cut, Lord,
and the “home” I have been tethered to
is no longer mine.
I’ve known that this was coming,
and yet,
the reality of it is washing over me
in waves of grief.
I wonder—
will I ever feel at home anywhere again?
Even now in my wondering,
You remind me that You are preparing
a place for me, and that my longing for
“home”
was never meant to be fulfilled in this life,
but in the next.
I confess that sometimes I
wrestle with envy
as I think of others who
have put down roots someplace permanent,
while I unpack my bags in so many
temporary spaces,
never knowing how long I will be there,
or where I will go next,
or if anyone will remember when I’m gone.
When I find myself wishing
I could build my life in one place,
help me remember that the one place
You ask me to build my life is
on You—
my unchanging, unmoving foundation.
As I grieve the loss of what was,
comfort me with Your Spirit
and give my soul rest.
Let my grief turn to gratitude
for Your faithful provision,
and let my sadness turn to
surety
that You will continue to provide
all that I need—
wherever You lead me—
for I have never seen the
righteous forsaken.
With the closing of this chapter
and the finality of losing this sense of
“home”
would You give me hope for the future—
for the places You will lead me
and the opportunity I have to
make my home in You?
Though my life may no longer be
anchored to a specific place,
let my heart always be
anchored to You.
And when I have moments of missing
what was,
give me faith for
what will be,
and a confidence in Your constant presence—
where I always belong,
no matter where I am in the world.
This liturgy will be featured in Heather’s upcoming book, Crafting Liturgies for Life Abroad, available July 1, 2025. Learn more and follow Heather at @liturgiesforalifeabroad on Instagram!
