Casandra Martin

My friends are buying a new house. It is a blessing for their family and we have been excited to join them in waiting, watching, and preparing for the day to arrive when they can finally call it their own.

It has been interesting to walk with them as they prepare for “closing day.” As the moment draws nearer, the place where they are living now starts to be a little less “home.” Pictures come off the walls, boxes are packed, stuff is sorted and junk thrown out. Every day they long a little more for their new home and put a little bit of heart distance between them and they place in which they are now living.

Their anticipation has sparked my thinking. I love my home. It is filled with the people I love and things that bring me comfort and joy. This home, however, is never supposed to be more than a resting place. It is a temporary stop on my journey. Everything about this home I dwell in now should be designed to point me to what is truly home. Every plate should remind me of His provision. Every picture should point me to His beauty. Every quilt should enfold me in His comfort. I should live here, but anticipate there.

“Now we know that if the earthly tent we live in is destroyed, we have a building from God, an eternal house in heaven, not built by human hands. Meanwhile we groan, longing to be clothed with our heavenly dwelling.” – 2 Corinthians 5:1-2

My Jesus Resolution is to look at my house differently. I want each room to teach me how to dwell with Him. I want the furniture to be places where I sit at His feet and rest in His presence. I want to remember that the stuff is just stuff and set my heart more fully on delighting in the richness of His love. Closing day is coming sooner or later. Am I ready to move?