Hebrews 6: 18b-19a: … have strong encouragement to hold fast to the hope set before us. We have this as a sure and steadfast anchor of the soul …
I was home this weekend sort of by accident. My flight out of Sacramento was delayed 2.5 hours, causing me to miss my connection in Denver. So, I was pushed to a 10pm flight, and got to spend my 10 hour layover with my family. What a blessing in MAJOR disguise!
Except that I miss my family. And lately, I just miss being home. Not that Wisconsin isn’t home–of course it is because Erik and Joshua are there. But really, Colorado is home. That’s where I’ve lived for over half my life. It’s where I spent all of my marriage until now. It’s where I built community, it’s where my family is.
It’s home and I miss it.
But, God has called me to be away from my home. Which, really, as a Christian, I should be used to anyway, as we are all longing for our eternal home, away from this world. (Though Colorado Rocky Mountains in the summer are pretty close to that eternal home, I think …)
This verse struck me this morning. Home is not my sure steadfast anchor. Neither is family. HOPE is. Hope in Christ is my sure, steadfast, anchor of my soul.
And for that I’m very thankful, because without that, it’d be super hard to be this far away from home.