Note: As a personal, spiritual discipline, I write a prayer for each of the forty days of Lent; each petition focusing on a theme, truly, relating to a care or concern weighing on my mind and heart, at times, vexing my soul and spirit…
On Jesus, my truest home: O Jesus, my friend and my brother, this Lent, as every Lent, day by day, I seek to follow You more nearly on Your journey to Jerusalem. You, O itinerant One, having no place to lay Your head, alway on the move, for alway You find Your truest and only home in doing your Father’s will. For the sake of this, You are more than my friend and my brother. You are my Lord and my Savior. For in bearing my sin on the cross of Your destiny of death, You became and alway will be my truest and only home, where I, yea, my soul, now and forever flees for repose. Amen.
 A reference to words attributed to Richard of Chichester (1197-1253): Day by day, dear Lord, of thee three things I pray: to see Thee more clearly, love Thee more dearly, follow Thee more nearly, day by day.
 See Matthew 8.19-20 (my emphasis): A scribe approached (Jesus) and said, “Teacher, I will follow you wherever you go.” And Jesus said to him, “Foxes have holes, and birds of the air have nests; but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay his head.”
 See John 6.35, 37-40 (my emphasis): Jesus said, “I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to me will never be hungry, and whoever believes in me will never be thirsty…Everything that the Father gives me will come to me, and anyone who comes to me I will never drive away; for I have come down from heaven, not to do my own will, but the will of him who sent me. And this is the will of him who sent me, that I should lose nothing of all that he has given me, but raise it up on the last day. This is indeed the will of my Father, that all who see the Son and believe in him may have eternal life; and I will raise them up on the last day.”
 A reference to the hymn How Firm a Foundation, verse 4, The Hymnal 1982: The soul that to Jesus hath fled for repose, I will not, I will not desert to its foes; That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake, I’ll never, no, never, no, never forsake!