I remember a time my mom would drive around and we would look at houses and say to each other “That one is so pretty.” There were some that even resembled some of the houses that were in her hometown, Mexico. My mom would also talk to me about how in Mexico the house she lived in when she got married was a clay based soil material (which is referred to as adobe). She said life was relaxing there and my grandpa would always delight in my mom’s interest in nature. Even though she had to move out once she got married, I could feel that she immensely missed how her dad always encouraged her in her endeavors even if they were simple.
I always loved when my mom would and still tells me some of her stories. Like in grade school, where the teacher only read one chapter at a time and with great anticipation I waited and listened for the stories to unfold. She told me my grandpa loved her, despite his flaws, and to reflect on this specific story I can see my grandpa in my mom. I also see the beautiful girl she was as well as the strong woman she is now. Despite what people said about her she has learned through fervently chasing after God’s heart, we all bear the image of God.
Genesis 1:27 “So God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created him; male and female he created them” (ESV).
Essentially a home is in the soul of every person, home isn’t a physical place. Home is where God reveals the love He has for every one of us, and if we try to reflect love (even though we are all far from perfect without God) to others that is how we all are the body of Christ.
1 Corinthians 12:27 “Now you are the body of Christ, and each one of you is a part of it” (NIV).