You can’t go home again by Thomas Wolfe was published in 1940.
While most of us have probably never read the book, many, many of us have used that expression…”you can’t go home again.”
I believe there’s a great deal of truth in that…at least it is for me.
You see, last week my family traveled “home” for Thanksgiving.
But, going home for me isn’t like it is in the movies.
I don’t travel back to the house I grew up in, sleep in my old bed, and show my kids the door post where my parents tracked my growth as a child. My old tire swing doesn’t still hang from an oak tree my dad planted. I don’t venture down my old bike paths, and talk to Mrs. Johnson across the street, who seems like she’s lived there a hundred years.
You see, my dad passed away several years ago, and no one from my family lived in my childhood home for many years before that.
For me, home isn’t what it used to be.
Home as I knew it as a kid doesn’t exist anymore. So, I truly cannot go “home” again.
And like most places, many of the things, in general, around my hometown have changed quite a bit over the years.
I always feel a little sad and nostalgic going home…missing my dad and reminiscing about the way things used to be. Though as I surveyed the unfamiliar last week, I felt a certain peace.
You see, I was reminded in a devotion recently that God lives inside us. He takes up residence in our hearts. And since we were created to be with Him…and He is always with us…I think that means we are always “home.”
I mean, our Earthly dwelling was always meant to be temporary, right?
In fact, our physical surroundings are constantly changing. But, the One who created us…the One who we belong to…the One who promised us a forever home…is constant.
And He vowed never to leave us or forsake us.
So, maybe the real reason why we can’t go home again is because we were never really apart from it in the first place.
I don’t know about you, but that gives me great comfort.
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