There is a unique feeling I acquire when pulling up in my driveway after a long day of being away. Often I can find myself saying a little phrase that I learned when I was a young girl. “Home again, home again, jiggidy jog.” Not having an idea of what it means, I like the way it sounds when the ignition is turned off and I begin to pick up my belongings and head inside.
Home. There is no place like it. Vacations are wonderful and time with friends are truly special but the sensation that takes over when I put the key in the door and enter my house is at the top of my feel good list.
I can totally relate to Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz when she taps her shoes together and repeats the phrase over and over, “There is no place like home. There is no place like home.”
I have been giving my love for home a lot of thought in the last couple of weeks. What is it about having a tiny space on this earth that we can call our own so appealing? And why did God design us to have a home where we can return to and rest from our day’s ventures?
The New Living Translation of John 14:2 says, “There is more than enough room in my Father’s home. If this were not so, would I have told you that I am going to prepare a place for you?”
Did I hear this correctly? Is Jesus preparing a place for me in his Father’s home? A space just for me? I can’t even imagine how incredible it will be to have a place in heaven. One that Jesus has personally created for me.
I also wonder if our earthly home is just a shadow of what our real home will be like. Did God design us to love our homes as preparation for how we will feel about our heavenly ones? If this is true, when we get to the other side, and I am just arriving to my new spiritual residence, you will know it’s me when you hear, “Home again home again, jiggidy jog.”