Hoping for Home
There is a period in all our lives when we are floating between stages – often in that transition between childhood and adulthood. That time where we are figuring it all out, making it our own and searching. It takes us in different directions, this way and that - trying on different hats and shoes, professions and dreams.
Deep within us we are always searching.
What are we searching for? What are we longing for? A feeling, a hope, a place where things make sense? We look outside ourselves to the world, to another, to the next life. A place free of confusion and pain, of doubt and frustration – a safe haven, a home.We have a deep longing for a home.There is this beautiful downward movement we find in Scripture. Where we see a God who is continually moving towards His creation, tirelessly seeking and searching for us. His pursuit for a people leads Him to speak through and to individuals – in the prophets and priests, in the matriarchs and patriarchs, through the confused and in His creation - taking on differing forms and functions in this attempt to reconnect.And then in an infant it all comes to its fullness.In the weak and vulnerable body of a newborn holds the Divine – this Immanuel. Whose cry of arrival is one of relief that He is finally in the place He always hoped to be, among and with His creation.
His deep longing is to be with us now fulfilled.
From: My reflection found in the “Advent & Christmas” iBooks by Liberti Church and Restoration Living.