I have felt the sting of feeling like I did not belong. You know – like I just did not fit. And probably never would.
It’s a realization which carries a sting as I am a relational person. People matter to me. But the introvert in me often waits till I am confident in order to venture into relationship or to reach out to others. It is then, the extrovert in me lives on.
There are seasons in my life where the introvert has lived longer than the extrovert. In other words, I have felt like I didn’t belong or was unwanted or not the right fit, for a longer period than desired.
Let’s face it – home – the place where we come to be ourselves. To be comfortable. To find comfort. To be safe. To be loved. To matter to others.
I opened to a most familiar Scripture the other morning and read …
“Don’t let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God, and trust in me. There is more than enough room in my Father’s home. If this were not so, would I have told you that I am going to prepare a place for you? When everything is ready, I will come and get you, so that you will always be with me where I am.” (John 14:1-3, NLT)
I have often read, and applied, this Scripture to mean in a future tense. And it surely does.
Yet … how have I missed an important element of what this Scripture is saying?
I will always have a home.
“Always”, according to dictionary.com means: every time, on every occasion, without exception, continuously, regularly, consistently, perpetually, unchanging and with uniformity.
I love that Jesus started this with, “Don’t let your hearts be troubled.” He knew in those times when my heart was troubled, I would forget I had a home, a place of refuge and safety. I might even forget to come home.
And it is when my heart is most troubled that I most need to go home. To be home.
May we remember, we will always have a home. He will always want us with Him. He will always love us.
We will always have a place with Him.
And in Him.