Home.

God of our Fathers,

God of our Mothers,

God of those since passed and long missed,

You have been our Home in the years now behind us. You have been our Dwelling Place. Our Haven. Our Sanctuary.

You are the One to which we run when the sky starts to blacken. When the clouds roll in and we sense the storm is growing, it it from You we seek shelter. From You. With You. In You.

And this morning the sky seems a little dark. The clouds are moving in ominous ways we do not recognize. So it is to You we run.

We beg You be our Home even now. Once again, be the Refuge for our souls and the place we count familiar. Be the One in whom we remember ourselves and our history and our hope for the days to come. As we crouch beneath the shelter of Your wings, remind us that in You we are safe. Though far from our heavenly home, our earthly home, our familiar home, be the Home we forgot to expect You to be.

Here.

Now.

In this shadowed land we dare call "home", be our Forever Home.

And we run to You as the rains come.