Sara Blasko

There’s No Place Like Home

By Sara Blasko, Children’s Ministry Director

We’ve heard it in the Wizard of Oz, and we’ve no doubt experienced it ourselves, there is
really truly no place like home. Growing up I would go through my school days eagerly
anticipating running off the bus and into my mothers arms. It’s funny how much “home”
means MOM. Mom is a comfort, a solace, a safe place. When I was sick, all my mom had
to do was put her hand on my forehead and I would momentarily feel better. Throughout
my entire life when I’ve been going through something rough, after a good talk with
Mom, I could conquer the world. There are other places in life that you can experience this
Mom feeling.
After 2 cancelled flights trying to get home from L.A. last weekend, Nick and I ended up
on a Delta red eye flight back to Detroit. As we settled into our seats an airline steward
came by with blankets. That was a Mom feeling. We had such a stressful couple of days
and then we had comfort. We had someone taking care of us.
Not everyone has this feeling when they think of Mom. Do not be discouraged by this.
Because Jesus is our home. Our comfort and solace. Jesus can take the biggest burdens
from us and give us peace. As good as it feels to walk into the comfort of our homes, the
peace and joy as we enter Heaven is unimaginable.
I strive everyday to match the example that my mother has shown me. I want to be that
Mom feeling for not only my boys, but my friends, my church kids, and anyone else that
needs some comfort from the storms of life. In honor of Mother’s Day and my Mom –
Proverbs 31:10-31
A wife of noble character who can find? She is worth far
more than rubies. Her husband has full confidence in her
and lacks nothing of value. She brings him good, not
harm, all the days of her life. She selects wool and flax
and works with eager hands. She is like the merchant
ships, bringing her food from afar. She gets up while it is
still night; she provides food for her family and portions
for her female servants. She considers a field and buys it;
out of her earnings she plants a vineyard. She sets about
her work vigorously; her arms are strong for her tasks.
She sees that her trading is profitable, and her lamp does
not go out at night. In her hand she holds the distaff and
grasps the spindle with her fingers. She opens her arms to
the poor and extends her hands to the needy. When it snows, she has no fear for her
household; for all of them are clothed in scarlet. She makes coverings for her bed; she is
clothed in fine linen and purple. Her husband is respected at the city gate, where he
takes his seat among the elders of the land. She makes linen garments and sells them,
and supplies the merchants with sashes. She is clothed with strength and dignity; she
can laugh at the days to come. She speaks with wisdom, and faithful instruction is on
her tongue. She watches over the affairs of her household and does not eat the bread of
idleness. Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her:
“Many women do noble things, but you surpass them all.” Charm is deceptive, and
beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised. Honor her for all
that her hands have done, and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.