For the last 5 ½ months whenever I write in my journal I reference home… a lot. The thing is that every month I’m living in a different place, usually a different country and occasionally a different continent. So, what is home?
Right now home is where I go to lay my head at night. Home is where my backpack is standing in a corner of a room, and maybe my sleeping pad is laid out. Home is where food is after a day of ministry, and if you’re lucky a PB+J (if I’m really lucky I have milk to go with that). Home has coffee and toilet paper! Home may or may not have a shower but it usually has a place where I can at least get cleaned up. It may or may not have a washer but it always has a bucket to wash my clothes in.
Home is usually thought of as where your family is. My homes, of late, don’t have my family anywhere near them, in fact they’re half a world away. However… they have friends, and I’m finding that is almost as good. These friends are pretty great; we laugh till our stomachs hurt, we cry together, snack together, go on adventures together or go run together.
I love what I’m doing at this season of my life. I’m travelling the world and making my dreams come true- one of which is to fly around the world and by the time I land back on US soil, will have happened. (Sorry Daddy beat you to it) I’m serving people around the world and learning about them and their way of life. I’m learning more about who God is and what my role is in His story.
They say “home is where the heart is” and if that’s true then, for right now, I’m home.
