I have 67 days left until I land in
California. I have 4 days until I stand on US soil once again for 15
hours in Boston. I have romanticized America like you wouldn’t
believe. I have convinced myself that I am looking forward to sitting
in LA traffic, because I will be in my car singing to my music with
the windows down. I can’t wait for a cell phone to start ringing
whenever someone wants to talk to me, or to dial it and find my
friends and family in the same time-zone. Don’t get me started on
food; bring on the $12 salad with veggies and chicken.

I’ve spent some time in the last day or
so dwelling on what I love about the US, what I can’t wait to see and
eat and do. I’m longing for home. I miss my family. I miss the
comforts of home. I miss consistency. So I’ve spent a few hours “checked out” of Croatia, and “checked in” to home life. Its
a good thing this week we are doing physical labor, renovating the
cafe, because I’m not making my ministry here suffer, but those hours
are gone, and I’m still here and I nothing has changed. I am going to
land in Boston and see a friend, I’m going to eat Doritos and salad.
I will be an American in America for a few hours.

Then I’ll get on a plane and head for
Guatemala and my final 2 months of ministry on the World Race.

The problem is: America is not what I
SHOULD be longing for. My home is not there. My home is not a
comforter made of feathers, but a Comforter given by the Father. My
mother’s house has NOTHING on my Father’s house.

We’ve all heard the phrase, “People
who are too Heavenly minded are no earthly good.” Well, I disagree.
I don’t want to spend my last 4 days here or my last 2 months on the
race being earthly good, if I’m not Heavenly minded. I want to dwell
on the Paradise awaiting me in eternity. I want to live life here,
whether in Croatia, Guatemala or America, with the hope of Heaven in
the forefront of my mind. I want to be seeking Him. I want His love
to flow down from Heaven and onto the people I am surrounded by. I
want to live life seeking His Kingdom, honestly praying for His
Kingdom to come and His will be done on earth as it is in Heaven.

So there it is. I am sure I will spend
time thinking about California, and the comforts that are there, but
I don’t want to be so earthly minded I’m no Heavenly good. His
Kingdom is what I want to long for. Home is with Him, I’ll long for
that.
 
 
Tomina and me on the Riva about an hour ago walking Mala (the dog we are dog-sitting while our contacts are on a retreat:)