God Is My Home
BriefI felt disconnected, displaced and directionless.
My husband was given a new assignment that would require us to move to Korea and then we expected to be moved again every six months for a couple of years. Our oldest child was eight years old at the time and we had already made twelve moves. I’m a homemaker at heart and I was dismayed at the prospect of being so transient. “My children won’t have any roots!” I cried out to God.
God immediately answered me with this thought, “You are to be Levites. Your portion will not be in a house or a place, but it will be a spiritual inheritance.” I had recently read about God portioning out the Promised Land to the tribes of Israel and now God brought these specific words to my mind.
The words gave me peace about my children’s future, and direction for me. It gave me a strong desire to study the Bible, especially the Old Testament. I knew we were no longer under the law, but I also understood that God had designed the law to be a master teacher, and I wanted to understand God’s ways of relating to His chosen people - and I felt chosen to focus on the spiritual aspects of life.
Our sense of home came from our traditions rather than the actual dwelling place. A friend and I had a wonderful time designing family celebrations for Passover and using the Feast of Firstfruits for a Resurrection Day family sunrise service. One thanksgiving we celebrated the Feast of Tabernacles.
The most encouraging part of this memory is that God specifically answered me when I cried out to Him. The day I found out our nomadic life would go on indefinitely, I felt disconnected, displaced and directionless. Being called to be a Levite defined my role in the scheme of things - to nurture my family’s deepest roots: our spiritual heritage.
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So inspriring!!!! Thank you Linda