Ever think of the first explorers of the world? Could you imagine walking in their shoes without the modern medicine and technology? Pioneering into a great unknown, prepared to go even if it cost them their life?

Praise God I was born for such a time as this day and age, but the question remains the same. Am I prepared to follow Him, even if it costs me my life and all my comfort?

Through this invitation, the Lord brought me into a revelation:

Home is not a place, but a person. His name is Jesus.

And when I make Him my home, I’m never lost.

God was showing me how a brother fights for his sister, protects his sister, sits with her in her lowest moments, and extends his hand to help her up the side of the mountain.

“Bear one another’s burdens.” —Galatians 6:2

Because we all are brothers and sisters in Christ.

But it was more than that — it was an encounter illuminating the personhood of Jesus. The word brother becomes interchangeable with Jesus.

God surfaced a sweet childhood memory. I’ve never been able to remember my childhood. It’s more like a movie projected to a screen by an old vintage projector. It’s image flickers and in out as wheels turn.

It was a time when life was simple — at least for me— I was just a child. I vividly remember is sitting on the swing adamantly demanding my father to…

“Push me, daddy, push me.”