This place is not my home.
As I read what God is saying to me in Isaiah, I realize that I am in exile from my real home.
Seeing the bold mockery of God this week at the Olympics makes it increasingly clear to me that I am far away from where I belong. Hearing other people trying to make excuses for the lack of respect and honor just multiplies the feeling. This confused and evil world is not for me.
Witnessing the general loss of values and personal accountability in our culture makes me feel very uncomfortable – I’m glad that I don’t fit in here. It’s also true that, because I have make personal choices which line up with God’s word, I get negatively ‘labeled’. It’s clear that everyone else has a right to make choices for themselves except for those of us who put our faith in God. Everyone else must be ‘included’, except believers like me.
No, this world is not my home.
I could go on about what’s wrong with our culture but the list is too long…
too discouraging.
Then God reminds me through Isaiah that he has not forgotten the exiles. "I will not forget you. See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands." Isaiah 49:16.
And God assures me that, some day, my exile will end. On that day, he will lead me out of this foreign place into my forever home where he has prepared a place for me.
I will finally be home, where I belong.
Thank you, Abba Father.
Judy