In those moments of refuge where do you recoil to? During times of calm and relaxation where do you dive?

In the past year, I moved out of both my childhood home, and my families’ London apartment - the last space I ever shared with my mother - within the same month. All while still at university, being commanded to do work I literally couldn’t be bothered to glance at. It was very disorienting to go ‘home’ knowing that these spaces I would return to did not have the credentials to be called that.

During this time I fell into some bad habits which I began to call ‘home’ - where I felt more comfortable. I did not have to be me because these deeds did not know ‘me’, I could show up to them however I wanted.

Though, unbeknownst to me, this house was made of straw, and it’s foundation built on sand. It came crashing down right on top of me.

But…this year I will live out the name I was given and I will be in the Lord, He will be my home.  And I pray He will be yours too.