Here is a poem inspired at a weekend retreat with some amazing people, where God took time to demolish the places I was looking for strength and to reinstate Himself as my one true source of security:
I thought my home was taken
Away these past five years,
In houses whose owners made me fear
To change anything, leave a mark,
Say, “I was here.”
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I thought my home was wandering,
And I was quite aware,
In my soul or in my car,
I was traveling in life
To a home somewhere far.
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I thought my home was crumbling
As my sister moves away
And our closeness starts to fray.
Where my family was bonded,
Now change has come to stay.
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I was wrong.
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My home is not far off,
It’s here where I’m with You,
Secure in every venture, new,
And told to leave my mark
In Your kingdom, standing true.