Today as I passed through a town on the way to the airport in Haiti, I looked out the bus window and my first thought was, “Oh, this looks like home.” It took a moment to realized what I had just said. In that moment home was not Somerset, Kentucky or even the United States; home was Montrouis, Haiti. A place I’ve only spent three weeks yet already holds part of my heart.
They say home is where the heart is. Well, what do you do when your heartstrings are tied to many places?
That is both the blessing and the challenge of folowing Christ. As a missionary, as a World Racer, I have many places to rest on this earth. My heart is tied to them and the people there, yet I have no home. I follow Jesus, and it is He who said, “Foxes have holes and birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay His head.” If my Lord had no place to call home, and I have chosen to follow Him, why would I want to settle? This earth is not my home, and I will constantly move forward until I reach my true Home. Where He goes I will go; where He rests I will rest. Just as the Israelites followed the Spirit of God in the the wilderness, so I will follow the Holy Spirit.
