Where is “home”?
This is a hard question for me to answer.
As a child, I struggled to answer. I moved alot and went to 10 different schools before graduating from high school. It seemed that I was always the “new” girl at school. I was always asked where are you from? Even this question was hard to answer. Do you want the place I was born, or where did I move from, or the numerous place I have called “home”?
As an adult, I struggle to answer. We lived in 3 different houses in one town, and refer to them by the street name. The past 5 years Jeremy and I have considered “home” wherever we laid our head at night. As missionaries, we have slept in so many beds. I couldn’t even try to guess the number.
As a mom, I don’t know how to tell my daughter where “home” is? We will say, “we are going “home” to Miss Kitty (our cat)”. Or we are going to Charles and Pepper house. Or we are going to stay at the butterfly room.
Where do you consider “home”?
I am coming to a place in life where I consider “home” around friends and family. But even then I am divided. I have American family and friends and African family and friends. How can “home” be on two different continents?
Ultimately, my “home” is in Heaven with God. Jesus is preparing it for me there.
“Let not your hearts be troubled. Believe in God; believe also in me. In my Father’s house are many rooms. If it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and will take you to myself, that where I am you may be also. And you know the way to where I am going.” Thomas said to him, “Lord, we do not know where you are going. How can we know the way?” Jesus said to him, “I am the way, and the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me. If you had known me, you would have known my Father also. From now on you do know him and have seen him.”
John 14:1-7 ESV
I haven’t written much over the past year plus. I have struggled with many aspects of life. My heart has been troubled. I am still walking with Lord to find peace, joy, love, and hope in life on a daily basis. The tension in life seems to be less some days and overwhelming on other days. How do I find balance? How do I ride the waves of life without being pulled by the undertow?
I have been wrestling with the word “home” recently. I long to come “home”. I am tired of the endless cycle of moving, settling, planting, and then be uprooted to move again.
Maybe “home” is in the forefront of my mind as we help our African family establish a new village to call “home”. They are tired of living in Tsumkwe town. They long to live in the bush and live off the land. The biggest obstacle right now is water. They need a borehole but there is no money at this time.
Right now I am also working through Beth Moore bible study Believing God. Yes, we have our “Promise Land” in Heaven. Beth talks about our “Promise Land” here on earth.
Where is your “Promise Land” flowing with milk and honey here on earth?
Living here in Namibia among the San Bushmen, we have found the desire to live off the land too. Americans call this homesteading. God has shown us a vision for our future “Promise Land” a place to call “home” here on earth.
Where is “home”?
Currently, we are “home” here in the Kalahari desert. We have a future “home” in America. And ultimately, we have “home” in Heaven.