Home Sweet Home

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Sometimes a body just feels out of place.  Being of a shy nature, I felt that way a lot growing up.  I especially remember feeling that way in high school.  I was different from my peers.  I wasn't interested at all in the party scene.  My values system was completely different.  As a Christian this world is not my home, though.  So it would only be natural to feel like an "alien or stranger" here.  Peter tells me in I Peter 2:11 that I am an alien or stranger in this world and as such I should have no part of sinful desires which war against my soul.

It is a comfort though to find in God's Word that there is a place where I am not an alien or stranger, but a place where I am a fellow citizen with God's people.  I like to know that I belong.  I like to know that my home has a firm foundation.  My foundation is the apostles and prophets with Christ Jesus being the chief cornerstone.  Everything in my home has to square up with the cornerstone.  When it does a holy temple arises for my Lord to dwell in.  (See Eph. 2:19-22)


I like belonging, but this Scripture has me wondering what kind of home am I for God to live in by his Spirit?  Does the Spirit feel like it belongs in me?  Does He feel comfortable and at home?  Or are there vestiges of the world in me that make him uncomfortable?

As I ask myself these questions, I began to squirm inside.  If I allow Christ to dwell fully in me I have to let go of that pride.  Oh yes, a self-righteous attitude will have to go as well.  Guess I'd better sweep the selfishness out the door while I'm at it.  You know, if I get uncomfortable when I examine myself, God's temple, then how must he feel?

There is some encouragement for me as I examine the text though.  Becoming a holy temple is a process.   I am being built.  I am a work in progress.  As he works in me I will become a Home Sweet Home for Him to dwell.

Praying that God will make me the dwelling place he wants me to be.  And giving thanks to Him for making me a citizen with God's people and giving me a place where I belong.

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  1. Heather HenryFebruary 8, 2012 at 10:44 AM

    I can very much relate to this, especially recently. It has really been on my mind. Maybe because we just moved and don't know too many people yet. But I know I've never fully fit in anywhere that I've been. It is good to know that we are a work in progress and we don't have to be perfect to be accepted by Him. Beautiful post.

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    1. NatashaFebruary 8, 2012 at 8:54 PM

      Thanks, Heather. I pray you find some good Christian friends to fellowship with in your new home. It's comforting to know I'm not the only one who feels like a misfit at times. :0)

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