Searching For Home

One of my biggest complaints to my husband used to be “it doesn’t feel like home.” It’s why I wanted to move apartments and even states. To him, I’m sure it felt like I could never be satisfied with what we had. To me, it felt like we were missing something, like I was missing something.

Yesterday my church celebrated our first birthday. One year ago, I walked into that church looking for hope, with a deep despair in my heart. The instant I walked in, something felt right. The minute the pastor began his message, I knew I would stay. In his message yesterday, he said that it was the first place he and his wife had felt at home. That sentiment was echoed in the videos of others talking about their year at the church. And my pen started writing almost without me thinking.

Maybe I was searching for a place to call home when really my heart was missing something else: God. 

It didn’t matter where we were, I always felt out of place. I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s because I hadn’t truly accepted God for who He is: an ever faithful, never changing, good Father and Protector. I was searching for a place–and my husband–to give me a feeling that neither could ever satisfy. I needed to go to the source.

The reason I can say that so confidently now is because I would never have pictured myself where I am–not in this city, not in my personal situation, not even in my job. Yet, I feel more at peace, more content, than I have in a very long time. This church feels like home because God is there, but more because I have accepted who Christ is in my life.

Whatever you may be facing, no earthly thing will give you reprieve, will fill a hole, will make you feel like you’re home. But God can. Jesus can. He is our Savior and Protector.

Who do you say Jesus is?

Integrating Faith

“Maybe we haven’t seen the power of God because we haven’t acted like we believe in it.”

These words really struck me the other day as we began a new series at church, titled Integration. This made me analyze the way I integrate my faith into my daily life, and I realized I definitely don’t do it enough.

I had stopped acting like I believed God could perform the miraculous because, deep down, I stopped believing in His power. And vise versa. It’s a terrible cycle, and, for me, it just leads to depression. I begin to question everything in my life, and I fail to see the things I should be thankful for.

So, I’m going to work to integrate my faith into everything I do, from the daily mundane to my writing. And I am going to begin to act like I believe in the power of God. Because I truly do.

What does it mean to you to integrate your faith into your daily life? What does the power of God look like to you?