As I arrived in Johannesburg, South Africa last week, I passed a sign in the airport that said ‘Some call it Africa. We call it home.’ I was talking with the Lord on the plane flight over here about the idea of a ‘home’ here on earth. For me, the first half of 2013 was a little restless for me. I knew I was preparing for a missionary journey to the nations, but it wasn’t until the Lord brought up The World Race in the beginning of June that I had a clear vision to run towards. And really, since He identified The World Race as my next chapter, I have felt a bit like a nomad. I have spent time in Alabama, Texas, and Chicago before leaving for Launch, but never really had a place to call ‘my home’ since I was living with family and friends.
Over the next 11 months, I know that I am continuing down the wandering road, moving from place to place. When I surrendered completely to the plan and course that the Lord had set before me, I traded ‘home’ for HOME – a city whose builder and maker is God. I find myself identifying with Abraham once again my journey has been much like his and my road travels a path similar to his.
Hebrews 11:8-10. By faith, Abraham obeyed when he was called to go out to the place which he would receive as an inheritance. And he went out, not knowing where he was going. By faith, he dwelt in the land of promise, as in a foreign country, dwelling in tents with Isaac and Jacob, the heirs with him of the same promise, for he waited for a city which has foundations, whose builder and maker is God.
Hebrews 11: 13-16. These all died in faith, not having received the promises but having seen them afar off were assured of them, embraced them and confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth for those who say such things declare plainly that they seek a homeland. And truly if they had called to mind that country from which they had come out of, they would have had opportunity to return. But now, they desire a better, that is, a heavenly country. Therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God, for He has prepared a city for them.
I don’t have a ‘home’ on this earth. My heart is set on heaven… and my heart is set on the journey that the Lord has for me to walk. I am free. I am not bound to any place or anything on the earth…free to run the race set before me with a resounding YES in my heart to whatever He asks…or wherever He leads me. I know He has already prepared my Home with Him.
Psalm 65:11 – We shall be satisfied with the goodness of Your house, of Your Holy temple.
So, after 15 hours on a plane and 18 hours on a bus, my heart feels at home … right where the Lord has placed me because He is here with me. ‘Some call it Africa. I call it home’
