You love familiarity. Even after a long day of adventure, where do you end up?
Home.
The reason why that word even exists is not because they needed another word for 'house,' whoever 'they' are. It emerged as a result of an action, an action described as 'returning.' Returning is different from arriving, it implies having been in a place and then going there again. So then how do we describe a place to which we continually return throughout our lives?
It is a concept, not a word, a jumble of letters describing a very human need, an instinct. We must belong. We cannot simply exist. That is never enough.
A lion has his pride, what do you have? A family, a career, a purpose? If you zoom out a little, you may begin to question why here? Why them? What now?
But what do we gain from recognizing something so bland? Why ask so many mundane questions?
Because without understanding our basic humanity, the requirement of man to have a Creator, to believe and worship Him, we can never understanding anything beyond that simple complexity.
Home is heaven. Every step we take needs to be towards returning. Towards pleasing the One who gave us this earthly home, and Who promised us a return to our original.
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