‘The one thing I ask of the LORD- the thing I seek most-
is to live in the house of the LORD all the days of my life,
delighting in the LORD’s perfections and meditating in his Temple.’
-Psalm 27 v 4
I often find myself, when I’m particularly tired, or stressed out, or upset, thinking ‘I want to go home’. This is something which has popped into my head over many years- when I lived with my parents, when we lived in York, here, regardless. But the funny thing is, when it comes into my head now, I’m not wishing to go back to my parents’ house. And I’m already at home, in our house, here in Sheffield, so I can’t mean that.
I guess it really points to that integral part of me that knows that whilst this is home for now, I have a much better home waiting. When I think it I’m not thinking about dying, just about being in that perfect place, perfect relationship as it was all intended to be. I came across this part of Psalm 27 this week whilst reading my Bible, and loved it. I know it’s not your typical ‘heaven’ verse, no more tears etc. But how great is it to be in ‘the house of the Lord’ all my days, delighting in the Lord’s perfections. It’s funny that I have that inner part of me that subconsciously longs to be there already, even though there’s lots to be getting on with here before that day.
This week my Granny went home, and I know she can now spend every day of eternity in that blissful place, everything as it should have been from the beginning. Her faith was so strong, even when she had dementia for years she could remember Psalm 23 and various hymns, when the names of family members were fading. I’ve been really thrown by just how much it’s affected me this week, since her returning home has been a long time coming, (she was 90!) but I know she’s with her creator, heavenly Father, friend and redeemer. She and so many others are home, and one day I’ll join them- Granny, Grandpa, my Dad’s parents, home where we belong.