I had to laugh when it hit me, I didn’t know where I would be sleeping that night. The problem wasn’t that I was homeless, but that I had been back and forth between two places to lay my head. Finally, on that particular day, I forgot where my toothbrush had been left last. 

For a variety of reasons, I have a six-month stretch this year like that, leading up to finding my own flat with my soon-to-be husband. As I am in this nomadic, unsettled season, the Father is continuously reminding me that heaven is my home and that being in His presence gives me glimpses into that home. The cry of my heart has been to dwell in the house of the Lord, to commune with Him, no matter what roof I sleep under. 

2 Corinthians 4:16-5:8 paints a beautiful picture of this. It talks about how one day our temporal, earthly home will be exchanged for an eternal dwelling with Him. It says that God gave us the Holy Spirit as a guarantee, or a down payment on that promise.

Recognizing this has helped me keep my eyes on the things that really matter, the eternal, lasting things, more than the temporary inconsistencies. “For this light momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison.” (2 Cor. 4:17) I know that my true home is there waiting for me, in the secret place and in heaven. Even if I were to never move again in my life, any earthly home is nothing compared to the one my Beloved has prepared for me.