Not Home … Yet

not home

I walk into the dreary day –

I try to see the sun.

For answers and the healing pray.

I walk – keep pressing on.


I walk though fog, I walk through rain.

I walk through wind and snow.

I know that I don’t walk in vain,

For Christ knows where I go.


I know that this is not my home.

A longing draws inside.

It moves my heart and urges on,

To walk and to abide.


Here, as I pray for God to heal,

I trust His ways are right.

Ask Christ to show and to reveal

His ways and His delight.


Β I trust His precious hand to guide,

When healing doesn’t come,

When tears remain and hurts abide,

For this is not my home.


“Precious Father, the world tries to convince us that this is all we have.
Help us to set our minds and hearts on You, the Eternal God.
Help us to walk through the day with our eyes fixed on the goal, namely Christ and Eternity.
Help us to pray with a deep abiding knowledge of who You are.
Help us to accept Your answers to our prayers
in unwavering submission.
Help us to find joy in knowing that You work it all out for good for those who love You.”


I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.
(Philippians 3:14)

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  1. Heidi, thank you so much, for the gentle way you lead us to Him in your poems and prayers. This is such a blessing, such a gift you share with us. It feels holy here. God bless you!


    • Thank you Debbie … I think when we open the gifts HE has given us a fragrance of His grace pours out … nothing we have done … nothing we have in ourselves …. I pray that the fragrance is all about HIM … and that those who stop by sense Him … What amazing gifts He has left for us to unwrap … all around … Blessings as you find yourself busy unwrapping today πŸ™‚


  2. How beautiful. I love the rhythm and flow of this piece – but especially the heart behind it. I so ‘get it’. I so am there with you, waiting and praying for healing,, but learning to accept even what is seen as the bad things from His hand. Profound places to walk, aren’t they? Bless you on your journey to wholeness!


    • Thank you, Melody … yes, learning to accept everything! I am grateful for the Lord’s patience and His kind and gentle reminders to us. Bless you as you devote your paths to Him (and your wonderful blogs too πŸ™‚ )


  3. Heidi, I love the moodiness of the first picture and the absolute gloriousness of the second! Your words “trust His precious hand to guide” are a wise reminder to all of us, and my heart echoes the longing for home when pain does not subside.

    Blessings ~ Wendy


    • The path I take in the morning is so peaceful … reminding me of the peace that awaits us! … Thank you so much for your kind words and for always pointing us to the Lord in your blog!!! Blessings to you, friend πŸ™‚


  4. Thanks Mark… I took it a week ago on my walk during a very foggy and cold morning. I always carry my camera with me … I often ask God here, in the woods for answers and to “speak” to my heart … He is so willing to show us, if we are willing to take the time to listen and slow down…


  5. Beautiful poem – and I don’t usually care for poetry.

    When my mom moved to heaven, I became very interested in where she was and what she was doing. It led to the most fascinating mental adventures! I’ve “spent so much time there” that I’m actually homesick – and I know that in my wildest imaginings I never even came close to what lies ahead.

    Thank you so much for sharing!


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