Home Sweet Home
Three years ago I crossed over the state line returning Home. It didn’t feel like a grand or monumental moment at the time. But I look back now and I see a landmark in God’s story of redemption. As I passed by that sign I remember thinking, “I’m going home.” God has brought me home to Himself in ways I could not have possibly dreamed or imagined. My life was a pile of ash and rubble with a small seed of faith watered by hope. God has grown a garden in the last three years. He has taken addiction and turned it into adoration. He has taken pain and made it powerful. He has taken rejection and turned it into redemption. He has taken promiscuity and turned it into purity. He has taken violation and turned it into validation. He has taken brokenness and made it beauty-full.
Three years ago was the beginning of the rest of my life. I waived my white flag and surrendered. So far gone, Jesus chased after me—He miraculously orchestrated my rescue. I will never stop thanking and praising Jesus Christ for taking my life and making me His. For transforming my calloused, wounded, and hardened heart. For giving me a new heart. A heart that loves Him and loves righteousness.
I will declare the praises and goodness of God. God who redeems. God who restores. God who revives. He breathes life into the dead—life worth living. He’s a God worth knowing. There’s no greater joy, satisfaction, or pleasure in life than knowing God, and being used by Him to accomplish His purposes in His redemptive story. Jesus is my life. I am His. He is mine. I’m at home in Him. In the arms of my Lord Jesus—my savior, my redeemer, my friend, the lover of my soul—I’m home.
“He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; he set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand. He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God. Many will see and fear the Lord and put their trust in him.” -Psalm 40:2-3