Where Is Home For You?

A Reflection on the Psalm for Sunday, August 3rd, 2025:
​Eighteenth Sunday in Ordinary Time

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Psalm 90

R: Lord you have been our dwelling place in all generations. 

You turn man back to us, and say, “Turn back, you children of Adam”
For a thousand years in your sight are like yesterday when it is past or like a watch in the night.

R: Lord you have been our dwelling place in all generations.

You sweep them away; they are like a dream, like grass that is renewed in the morning;
in the morning it flourishes and is renewed; in the evening it fades and withers. 

R: Lord you have been our dwelling place in all generations.

So teach us to count our days that we may gain a wise heart. 
Turn, O Lord! How long? Have compassion on your servants!

R: Lord you have been our dwelling place in all generations.

Satisfy us in the morning with your steadfast love, so that we may rejoice and be glad all our days. Let the favour of the Lord our God be upon us, and prosper for us the work of our hands. 

Pause. Pray. Reflect.

One of my default get-to-know you questions is: Where is home for you?

There are a variety of responses. Some name their city. Others state a neighborhood. And others still will give an exact location. I ask the question because it inevitably leads a person to share a small piece of their identity—a small glimpse of who they are. For me, who we are is formed in the safe spaces that we call home. It’s in that safe space that I can just be me. And home is the space I can call my own. 


Recently I was house-sitting for a friend. It’s a house that I have hung out in, shared meals with them in, simply opened the back door and walked in—many times. I have always felt welcomed there. My friend left directions and helpful hints about the house and their cat, and in part of that note, she wrote: Make yourself at home! 

And well, I tried. But it didn’t quite feel like home.

Maybe it was because it’s a big space for just one person… and a cat.

Maybe it was because I didn’t always know where anything was.

Maybe it was because my schedule was busy and l ended up only being there to feed the cat and at night to sleep. Possibly a combination of all of the above.

Yet ultimately I think it boiled down to the fact that it was, and is, their space—not mine. 

Home is more than a literal place. It is also a feeling. Countless memes, inspirational quotes, greeting cards, and Hallmark Christmas movies tell us that. But so too does our God, because He offers us a home in and with Him. And has done so for generations, just as the psalmist writes: Lord you have been our dwelling place in all generations.

It re-iterates for me that God didn’t create me just to take up space. God created me so He could be in relationship with me. A living, breathing, growing relationship that fosters the gifts God uniquely gave me to use to witness Him to the world. Our gracious God constantly and consistently offers me (and you!) a spiritual home that is not only a safe space but a place to root myself; a place that feeds and nurtures who I am. Because God has plans for me and He does not and will not leave me ill equipped to fulfill those plans! After all that is what I was made for.

So part of my role in this relationship is to know where my home is; know where I dwell; know that I have a home in which my identity is rooted and springs forth.

That home is in and with the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit from whom my being was created, finds ways to grow, and gains the strength to make my home with God, regardless of wherever I physically find myself.




Aurea Sadi

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