My home is God Himself

After being on the road for three days, it feels so nice to come home! The smell of baking coming from the oven, and a time to rest before company comes again, is such a treat! I paused a moment to think about Jesus, who had no place to even lay His head! 


Jesus said, “Foxes have holes and birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay His head.” (Matthew 8:20) 


Jesus knew He was born to die, and die He must, for the sins of the world. “For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.” (Romans 6:23) He had set His face like a flint until He would accomplish His Father’s will! (Isaiah 50:7)


Jesus would go without a home, and without rest, so that we could find both in Him! True rest for our souls. “Peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ!”(Romans 5:1) “Hallelujah, what a Saviour!” 


My home is God Himself; Christ brought me there, And bade me dwell in Him, rejoicing there; He bore me where no foot but His hath trod, Within the holiest at home with God. O holy place! O home divinely fair! And we, God’s little ones, abiding there.


A long, long road I traveled night and day,
And sought to find within myself some way, Aught I could do or feel to bring me near; Self-effort failed, and I was filled with fear, And then I found Christ was the only way That I must come to Him and in Him stay.


O wondrous place! O home divinely fair!
And I, God’s little one, safe hidden there;
Lord, as I dwell in Thee and Thou in me,
So make me dead to everything but Thee;
That as I rest within my home most fair,
I’ll share my God in all and everywhere.

-Frances Brook





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