Dear Servant,
I know you are homeless. I know you have no piece of ground in your name, no deed or title to a house, no little cabin, no shed, not even a lean-to to call your own. I know this makes you feel rootless, adrift and uncared for. But I have only allowed this to happen to let you see a truth you would find no other way.
My Son when he walked on the earth was also homeless. Not simply because he lacked a place to lay his head, but because his home was heaven. He did not belong on the earth, though he gladly endured life there for your sake. His home was and is an eternal one with me. You get so fixated on the earth sometimes that you fail to grasp where your true home lays. Even if you had a hundred homes in your name, you cannot be truly at home there on the earth, because it is not your home. Do not fret, no matter where I give you to lay your head, your eternal home is here with me.
Your Eternal Dwelling, I AM