Where do you call home?
For me, that question is a bit difficult. Depending on the day I might say Illinois, Wisconsin, Ohio, or Texas. I’ve been many different places, and with this Race, I have many other places to add to that list.
Perhaps the better question to ask myself is “why do you call these places home?”
I used to call home the place where my Dad was. My dad lives in Ohio, so my home is Ohio.
As I grew older and began to choose my friends and family, that became complicated too as “dad” became less biological and more spiritual. My spiritual father, the one who has guided me the most over the past couple years lives in Texas while my biological father lives in Ohio.
Finally I gave up and now whenever someone asks “where are you from?” I answer with the last place I lived.
So, here it is, the beginning of month 9 of the race, only 3 more months to complete, and I have a bad case of homesickness.
“How can you be homesick when you can’t even pick a place to call home?” I asked myself.
I’m homesick for where my Heavenly Father is. The kingdom I’ve been trying to bring for the last 9 months. I’m homesick for somewhere I’ve never been, but keep seeing glimpses of in my team, community, and churches around the world.
I’ll admit it, I was homesick once on the race. Homesick for my family in Ohio and my community in Texas, so I know what it feels like to be homesick, but this is something else.
Home is where your heart is, they say. It is family that makes a house a home.
I have an awesome family here, and an awesome Father currently using me to bring others home, but as for myself….
I can’t wait to get home.
