Look up “home” in the dictionary, and you get the idea it can be identified by sticking a pin in a map. Such a simple word, a straightforward concept until…
Until you have crossed borders and rooted yourself in a foreign land. The concept of home deepens and widens and encompasses all the places and people you have loved and have loved you.
My favorite descriptor of home comes this post my daughter Sara wrote: Home is where the heart is known.
Being known is the core of our longings for home, isn’t it?
I have a dream, one I’ve discovered is common among us. A dream of establishing a place of rest and restoration for my brothers and sisters who serve cross culturally. A place where our hearts are known by one another.
I imagine a place with beautiful warm furnishings speaking value and honor to all those who walk into the room. Deep, rich tapestries surrounding leather couches next to a crackling fire. Woods for quiet walks. A gentle stream gurgling with benches and hammocks nearby to soak in the beauty of God’s presence through His creation. Sweet communion around a well-laden table.
A home for God’s friends to be themselves, to be listened to well, to unburden the weight of their stories surrounded by nods of recognition and understanding.
A place oozing with acceptance and affirmation with a welcoming culture of simple belonging. A safe haven, a sanctuary, a refuge for the weary. A home to come and just be – designed specifically for those who left their home for a purpose bigger than themselves.
Honestly, I don’t have much hope of realizing this dream as a physical place. But what if the picture of this place is a metaphor for the root of my dream: to provide a safe haven for others. To offer honor and express value to those who labor next to me.
You and I can be this for each other: a soft landing place for those in transition, a place of healing for the hurting, a place of rest for the heavily burdened.
We can speak kindness and life to one another. We can experience the refreshment of Christ simply by being with one another. We can believe the best in each other, knowing our Father is working in all of us to bring us to wholeness and Christlikeness.
And what if this is the fulfillment of God’s dream? To offer sanctuary and rest through His people? What if others experience the gentleness and compassion of God when they sit next to us simply because He dwells in us? What if we are meant to be persons of sanctuary to one another?
In the far flung places we live, we can be home for each other. A place our hearts are known.
Velvet Ashes is meant to be such a place. A place to be known by a sisterhood of like-hearted women. A place we can be ourselves, find camaraderie and companionship for the journey, and walk towards wholeness together.
This can only be reality if we each dwell in the secret place of the Most High, living and breathing His Presence moment by moment. It is Christ in us, the hope of glory, who allows us to experience Him in each other and through each other as He dwells richly and makes His home in us.
Who has been home to you? What reminders of home have you experienced through others?
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