12/25/2023
From the start, He had no home.
“Foxes have holes, and birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay his head.””
Matthew 8:20 ESV
This is the words Jesus responds with, when a young scribe comes up to Him and says, “Teacher, I will follow you wherever you go.”
This was His way of helping the scribe to count the cost of following Him.
I’ve personally walked this out since 2020, counting the cost at every stop. I’ve had more addresses than I can count now, going from couch to couch, bed to bed, always having a place to sleep, but never really a place that was mine, that I could call home. I’ve questioned myself, I’ve questioned God, I’ve cried, laughed, and struggled through it at times. I leaned on Him, been strengthened by Him, been held by Him through it. He placed people around me that understood and believed in what I’m walking out, He showed up through them. I didn’t know the extent of the cost, and how this thing, the constant transition, would bring me to the deepest darkest nights, and that I would learn of a Jesus that shows up in those places.
You see, when my heart cried out for “a home”.
Every time, He would reply,
“I am.”
He didn’t have a home, because He was HOME. He is HOME. For me and for you.
The wound in His side, was a door. Enter in.
HOME is JESUS, JESUS is HOME.
Merry Christmas from my home to yours. ❤️🔥