Finding Home At His Feet

A prayer that I have been praying since this summer, that I hope to carry into my whole life, is this: “May I live a life on my knees at Your feet.” Originally, this prayer was one that represented a posture reverence and surrender. I had been focusing on how the position of my body can show the posture of my heart, and with this prayer, I tried act on it. I used to not pray on my knees unless I really felt I needed to, but I felt nudged by the Holy Spirit to practice praying on my knees daily. Turns out, the Spirit was right. This has become a huge blessing to me.

Getting on my knees shows surrender. I want to be at the feet of God, surrendered to His will and Word. Being at the feet of God reminds me that I am a servant, and I can come bodly in His throne room when I come. On my knees, I bow to my king.

The newest lesson that I'm learning from this prayer is that being on my knees shows how weak I am. I have this plea. I desperately need Him. I ask of Him to show up, refuel me, and give me rest.

The transition of moving to Nashville has brought a lot of questions about what “home” means. I'm in this middle ground where Alabama was my home for so long that I feel guilty to say Nashville is my home because my family isn’t here with me. So I don't feel home. Maybe this will be the constant state of living on earth. I think of Luke 9:58, that “the Son of Man has no place to rest his head.” Perhaps there is no true home until I get to heaven. That is Home, and when I am on my knees at His feet, that is the most “home” I can feel. Maybe that seems a little silly because it’s not a specific place, but it’s an action and with a Being. But it is still home. It is a home where I can come with all my emotions and lay them down laughing or crying. Where, even if my physical surroundings change, there is a consistent peace that is found nowhere else on earth. For on my knees at His feet, I have found a home.