There is a great song which reminds us:

Earthly wealth and fame may never come to me, And a palace fair here mine may never be; But let come what may, if Christ for me doth care, Anywhere is home, if He is only there. Oft, I’m tossed about and driven by the foe, Sad within, without, wherever I may go; But I press along, still looking up in prayer, For it’s home, sweet home, if Christ is only there. I will labor on till I am called away, Till the morn shall dawn of that eternal day, Looking unto Him who keeps me in His care; Anywhere is home, if Christ, my Lord, is there.

Anywhere is home, let come and go what may;
Anywhere I roam, He keeps me all the way;
So for His dear sake, my cross I’ll meekly bear;
Anywhere is home, if Christ, my Lord, is there.

What a tremendous assurance! The comfort of the faithful is that He is Immanuel—God with us. Too often the  storms of life disturb our smooth sailing. But we have this hope as the anchor of our soul. So likewise, we pray:

Be with me, Lord! No other gift or blessing Thou couldst bestow could with this one compare—A constant sense of Thy abiding presence, Where e’er I am, to feel that Thou art near.

We are reminded to be thankful for our Lord’s great invitation and promise from Matthew 11:28-30: “Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.”