Home Has Left the Building

Hey followers! It’s Kelsey this time, I’m excited to share a small piece of my journey with the Lord during this amazing adventure.  There have been a ton of ups and downs…fears, insecurities, thrills, joys, touches from Heaven…leaving behind expectations of the future, stepping into something brand new…learning how to give up my idea of “home” and what truly makes a place a home.

This is where I am settling today, the journey to rediscover “home.” Through every step of this process, I will tell you one thing, God has always remained close. His love and patience with me have been unshakable.  His presence has been inescapable.  He is, and always will be good.

Home has always felt safe and secure to me.  

I was blessed enough to grow up in a wonderful home, full of love and laughter.  My parents bought their house when I was 7 years old…grand staircase, pink brick, playroom in the basement…I loved that house.  I lived there till I went to college. Same bedroom, same space.

Safety and Peace. 

My home now, with my own family, feels very similar.  It’s where we play, share meals together, laugh, dance. It’s joy and it's peace to me. It’s where my children are being raised… their pitter-patters on the hardwood floor, their laughter from their bedroom down the hall from mine, reading them stories in my favorite gray rocker. I am a “homebody” through and through. The best plans are ones in my PJs on the couch.  To be honest…leaving home has felt scary to me amongst this call. 

Where will my peace reside without my home? Can I find comfort outside of my home?

I’ve been a worship leader for the better part of 20 years.  I’ve been a part of large, well-established churches, small new church plants. Baptist, Methodist, Presbyterian, non-denominational, reformed, charismatic…you name it. I’ve had the privilege of being a part of A LOT of churches.

 I love the church.  I love the people, I love the safety and the routine.

I love that no matter what the week holds, a group of people gather once a week to minister to the Lord. The Church has been a precious place to me, and I was always taught that the church is not a building.  It’s the people.  The chosen people of God, the remnant, the Bride of Christ, Jesus’s plan for restoration. THAT is the church.

But I wasn’t taught the same about the home...  

Is the home a building? Is it 4 walls at the end of a cul-de-sac? Is it my floors and Sherwin-Williams “Creamy” walls? Or is “Home” a people? Is it family? Is it the Presence of a Loving Father?

 The Holy Spirit has been reminding me what He calls home.  He didn’t choose a building, He doesn’t dwell on a street address…He chose me. 

He is showing me that Jesus’s Bride, and my home are not all that dissimilar.  

Maybe my home is wherever He is.

Maybe there is peace and joy and laughter and comfort in a house waiting for us "across the pond" because that’s where He is.  

Maybe this new house will feel just like home because my True Peace goes with me wherever I go.

Maybe my home was never a building.