Now therefore, O kings, show discernment; Take warning, O judges of the earth. Worship the LORD with reverence and rejoice with trembling. Psalm 2:10-11
Worship and trembling go together. I’ve been so moved during worship that I could no longer stand up. It’s a beautiful thing to be overcome by the Spirit. He may be my home but I never get so used to Him that I fail to be affected by His glory.
In Hosea, God calls His children silly doves. They fail to know where their true home is and their heart has grown too cold to pursue it. “There will come a day,” God foretells, “when they will come trembling again to their houses.” “Trembling” means to “flutter with haste”.
A woman ceases to make God her home when she no longer believes He can offer her what she needs. The promise of the abundant life no longer appears abundant. There can be many reasons for this. 1.) She has experienced too much pain in this world and God is blamed for it. She runs from the One she believes is responsible instead of understanding that He is her healing. 2.) There has been no instruction on how to make God her home so she sojourns in distant lands, looking for anyone who will offer her temporary shelter. 3.) Satan has taken advantage of her in her time of vulnerability and offered her some counterfeit ways out of distress. Whatever the reason, leaving home is rarely a short trip. It can often span the first half of someone’s lifetime.
There comes a day when God begins to clarify. The fog of misunderstanding of who He is begins to clear and a woman shakes her head and realizes her folly. God’s true character materializes in full-blown pictures in her spirit. Hunger for His presence is awakened. She prepares for her trip back home, back to her roots. “Before the foundation of the world, I knew you.” Ah yes, she remembers the verse now. She realizes that the only place she can find the person, the Love, she’s been looking for is at home with God. She comes trembling, with awe and excitement, to the land that has always been hers. She comes to claim it with joy. The theme of her life is finally summed up in one phrase ~ LOST LOVE FOUND.
Home is sweetest to the one who has been homeless. Seeing the lights of home makes her hasten her steps. Walking over the threshold brings waves of contentment. It’s home. Everything is just like she needs it to be. Never is she more at peace than when resting with God. Any who loses her life in Him will find it.
It took me over forty years to find my home in You. I lived many places, emotionally, even though I called You, “Father.” I’ve never gotten used to the wonder of living with You. With time, ‘home’ means more, not less. Thank you. Amen