When we think of the word home, it probably invokes some image of the structure in which we live. Being at home might lead to thoughts of a comfy couch and a warm blanket, cooking or baking something to warm ourselves or just letting our hair down or taking our shoes off. Being at home means being comfortable. Being ourselves. Being our authentic selves. Being who God created; as God created.
We may, however, find that we are uncomfortable with ourselves; not wanting to be home alone or needing to be busy when we are alone. Sometimes when anxiety creeps up on us or angst over some uncertainty is rustling in our belly, being home alone might make us uneasy.
Developing a spiritual life can really help us treasure being at home in ourselves, our truest selves. This place is most real and most honest when we are at home with ourselves, our innermost selves and are in union with God. Home is where the heart is or home is where our soul meets God. Our true home is inside of our being.
It is really good to know where this home is within ourselves so that we can connect with God anytime, anywhere, for any reason. We can hear God’s love, God’s affirmation, and even feel God’s gentle hand prodding us in one direction or another when we go to our deepest self. The spiritual life and especially our practice of quiet and being still, is a vehicle to help us understand and experience the direct action of God in our lives. When we are at home in the quiet, God is there with us.
So our spiritual home might be reached at our residence or our place of worship or our place of gathering in prayer with others, like at Centering Space. Being at home with God can occur almost anywhere we are able to quiet ourselves and our minds and open up to the One who loves us most deeply. In autumn, nature may be the place we feel most at home and in communion with the Great Lover. Sitting in front of a nice, cozy fireplace might inspire us to connect with Spirit on a most intimate level.
We go to this “place” to love and grow with the Spirit of God, who is ever waiting to spend time in our home.
Peggy Gerovac