Imagine a green-eyed blonde with baby doll in arm fully engaged in her own world playing ‘house’.
Born to nurture and nest, she’s been creating home since before she could walk. Whether in the backseat of her family’s Suburban on a road trip, inside her desk at school or beneath the bunk bed at home, she has always found unique ways to create room for comfort and rest.
Still, to this day, she comes alive flipping an empty space into a warm and welcoming place to belong. But even in this, she wrestles with tension. Is the home she creates ever going to be enough to satisfy?
Home, it is a place to belong, and a place we long to create.
Oh, to create home.
In the beginning, God created…. He spoke the heavens and the earth into being. He separated light from darkness and the sea from the sky. He gathered the waters together and brought up land from beneath. He ushered forth trees and plants and fruit bearing seeds. He positioned lights in the sky to distinguish day from night. He filled the ocean with all kinds of creatures, and the air with birds that fly and the land with animals that walk, run, creep and crawl. He did all of this by the utterance of his voice, and He saw that it was good… Then, at last, He made man. Forming man to bear His own image, God breathed life into him. God blessed man and gave him the responsibility to rule over and care for the earth He had fashioned… He saw all this, and saw that it was good. It was very good.
In the beginning, God created… He created home, a perfect place for his people to belong. She wonders how much time it took for God to dream up a home like this. He created a universe of magical mysteries out of NOTHING. From the deepest part of the ocean to infinity and beyond the furthest star in the night sky, His handiwork stretches all throughout and in every detail. There is not an atom out of place, or an inch unattended. He spoke into being a space and an order where His people would thrive…
God had her in mind when He created this place for her to belong. He thought through what would appeal to her eyes, ears, nose, mouth and skin. He knew how He would use creation to captivate her attention and draw her closer to Him.
God anticipated that as she experienced what He created for her, that she would be inspired to re-create it alongside of him.
Perhaps, God created her to be a little home-maker. When she creates home, it honors God and it cares for His people. Her creating is not futile, as she sometimes ponders, but at the end of the day, she’s still incomplete, longing to create something bigger and better.
As mentioned in ‘oh, to be home’, her and her man rent an almost 600 sq. ft. garage apartment.
It’s a quarky little guy, but they love it.
Their home sits in an ideal location between the river and the historic square of New Braunfels, TX, the small town where they live, work and play. They’ve managed to make it home, and she grieves the day that life season shifts and they have to move. But even still, she longs for what’s next. She gets sucked into Fixer Upper marathons dreaming of her ‘perfect’ home and stalks the housing market so that she’s up to date on local listings. If God created this perfect home and His people to recreate alongside of Him, then why is she restless?
…Well, one day, the perfect home God created fell apart. His people didn’t believe the home He had created was enough, and they decided to go their own way. The place God created as ‘home’ became corrupt and began to crumble. His people immediately felt the separation and longed to return to their perfect place of belonging once more, but there was nothing they could do to restore it. They sought to fill this hole with everything outside of God, but it never satisfied. Home was set in their hearts, the place they once belonged, and all they could do was hope for the Day that God would make it new.
Home, it is a place we long for, a place we belong. But this world, it is no longer our home, and nothing that we create or hope in will satisfy our longing to be home. No amount of money, creativity, or hours spent on Pinterest will satisfy our longing to be home. These created things are not sufficient to uphold our souls.
So where do we rest until we are finally home?
“For we know that if the tent that is our earthly home is destroyed, we have a building from God, a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens… We know that while we are at home in the body we are away from the Lord, for we walk by faith, not by sight. Yes, we are of good courage, and we would rather be away from the body, and home with the Lord. So whether we are at home or away, we make it our aim to please Him.“- 2 Corinthians 5: 1, 6-9
So whether we are at home, or away, we make it our aim to please Him. In re-creating home as a reflection of who God is, we make it our aim to please Him, in all that we do, we do it unto His name.
And we hope for the Day, that we’re ‘home, at last’.