I have spent a great deal of time and effort this past decade searching for home.  Yes, I have posted about this before, but I recently read a profound statement that sent the wheels turning.  

 This would be the house I called home for the longest period in my life.  Having lived in the depths of these beautiful woods for 3 decades, perhaps it most feels like home to me.

In the past decade plus. I have lived in five different houses, including the one above.  They each had there own charm, and I filled them with my stuff, but there always seemed to be something lacking.  I was certainly surrounded by the creature comforts, but that which was missing was not physical.  It was the ancestral memory of belonging.

I wish I could remember what book I was reading when I came across this phrase--

Ancestral memory is based upon the premise we have genetic encoding of our home base.  The author of the book spoke of going to a location where he had never been.  In fact, he had traveled to a foreign country.  Upon arriving, he was immediately impressed with not only have I been here before, but this feels like home.   Familiarity with the unfamiliar flooded his every sense.  He felt to his very core, this is where I should be.  His very soul was flooded with the sense of home.

In some ways, I have felt like a sojourner during the past decade.  I am looking for something I cannot put my finger on.  Look as I might, I have not found what I am searching for, though I have an overwhelming sense it is home.  NOW,  that is not to say that I do not have joy filled days, but there seems to be something missing.

The book also spoke of the place we feel ancestral memory pulling us is also the place where God seems nearest.  NOW follow me ~ if the place where we began is our true home and the place where God seems the nearest ~ would that not be Heaven?  Most of us have probably uttered the words "Heaven on Earth" when speaking of something so beautiful, so majestic, so loved that we equate it with what heaven will be.  So in all my searching, am I really looking for not something of the physical world, but God Himself?  Am I seeking God?  Does my ancestral memory nudge me continually in the direction of God Almighty?

Just thinking---my thoughts only.  What do you think?

"You will seek me and find me

when you search for me with all your heart."

Jeremiah 29:13


  1. absolutely, friend. and accepting this truth might free us up from continually searching, hoping, and dreaming of something that won't be fully ours til eternity.

  2. Precisely, Linda!
    Blessings, My Friend!

  3. Danny and I met in 2003 and wound up being married in 2005. When I entered his house for the first time, I heard a voice inside my head saying, "This is home." And when I finally woke up to my desperate need for God, I returned to church and also heard, "Welcome home!" God does speak to us, and lets us know when we've got it right. I think we all seek to be home with Him every day of our lives.
    Blessings, Lulu!

  4. Beautiful testimony, Martha! Thank You!


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