Come home

It was another worship night at the end of the very hot day in our camp in Johannesburg. I was getting used to an intensity of worship, loud music, mixture of smells and uncomfortable sitting on the ground with plastic water bottles everywhere. Learning to fix my eyes on Jesus in the midst of being “on call“, my medical duties were chasing me even here. I was in a desperate need of my private sphere. Eventually it became easier and easier, His Presence was so beautiful and tangible and He always came as soon as we started worshipping. This time I heard Him saying almost audibly: „Come home!“ I thought immediately: „Lord, this is not funny! I don´t know where my home is. Do You know how many times I moved in the last six years? Five times! And I left my hometown when I was 16, so I really don´t know what You mean by home.“ But the Voice insisted: „Come home!“ So I closed my eyes and waited.

Suddenly I saw a path in the woods in front of me, so I started walking down it. At the same time I knew I am not walking alone. After a while I saw a beautiful wooden house on the right side of the path. This was my home. It looked so cosy and fitted perfectly to the surrounding nature, so I entered. Almost everything was made of wood, wooden floor, wooden ceiling. Small hallway with a wooden bench and a clothes hanger, on the left side there was a door leading to a large living room with a fire-place in the middle, comfortable white sofa and a big armchair. Further behind was a study room, with a massive wooden-golden table with a King´s armchair and a smaller chair on the opposite side. I recognised that room from my earlier vision with Father God. Now it was empty, but I could still sense an awesome authority and peace in that place. Then I went across the hallway and entered the kitchen. It was the most perfect kitchen I ever saw. Very spacious, fully equipped, full of light because of the large windows and a glass door leading to the garden. I could clearly remember wishing such kitchen windows and a glass door many years ago, as I saw them in the house of my lovely english guardian family during my studies there. But this kitchen was even better!  In the middle stood a simple long wooden table with benches on each side and there He was! Jesus was sitting at the table full of food and motioned me to join and eat with Him. I was overwhelmed by a variety of vegetables and fruits, remember at that time I was on a rice and beans diet in Africa! It just felt so natural, like really coming home for supper, but at the same time I was completely undone. I don´t remember if I ate anything, I just remember sitting there and looking in His beautiful face. It was all I needed at that moment. And I knew this is my home in Him, my secret place, my hiding place, place where everything will make sense and I will be made whole.

Next time I visited the house, my body was already awake in the class, but my spirit woke up later in the bedroom, in a beautiful bed with canopy, took a quick shower and ran down the stairts to look for Jesus. I couldn´t find Him anywhere! He was not in the kitchen, not in the living room, not in the study room, nowhere.. And then I noticed that the glass door leading to the garden was open.. I stepped out and was shocked by the desolate state of the garden.. The grass was tall and dry, the trees were growing wild and there were bushes everywhere.. Total chaos.. And then I saw a ladder leaning on one of the fruit trees and a figure in a glowing white robe standing on the top of it, so I could just see the bottom part of His robe. It was Jesus, cutting and pruning the trees with so much JOY! He was enjoying it so much that I felt I heard Him whistling. Overwhelmed by so much love, I dropped to my knees next to the ladder and wept, telling Him how sorry I am that the garden is in such a condition, sorry that I didn´t take a better care of it. I knew the garden represented my spiritual life. It was such a revelation realising that Jesus is doing all the work and He is even delighting in it! So I started singing to Him: „I love You Jesus, more and more every day, You are so wonderful, You are so good to me..“ At this point my class down on earth started singing ´Let it rain´and suddenly my body, soul and spirit united and I was completely lost in worshipping Him.

I was thanking Him for the school, for protection and provision, and I said YES to the new fruits, that will be coming into my life. „It will take some time,“ Jesus told me, „but don´t worry and be patient.“ And from then on I could see the gradual transformation of my garden, of my heart. I could watch the trees blossom, the grass grow while sitting on a bench with the Lord. It became my resting place, place of trusting, expecting and enjoying His Presence. He is so good to us. He wants to take ALL of us back home.

Beautiful song from One Republic: Come Home

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qxW0cPo7F_o