If only in my dreams…
I’ll be honest, the hardest part about the race for me has been being away from home. Homesickness has been a real struggle for me, especially during the holidays.
Honestly though, how could you not miss these cuties??
I constantly talk about how much I miss my wonderful friends and family back home. My poor team has to hear all about the happenings of life back in North Carolina and all the traditions I’m missing out on this year.
I recently received feedback from my teammates, saying they recognize my homesickness, and challenged me to find home in Jesus.
My definition in home is my family and friends. They mean everything to me.
“If anyone comes to me and does not hate father and mother, wife and children, brothers and sisters—yes, even their own life—such a person cannot be my disciple. And whoever does not carry their cross and follow me cannot be my disciple.” Luke 14:26-27
I have subconsciously placed my family and friends (my home) before the Lord.
Ouch. Convicted.
That’s why.
That’s why the Lord has brought me to the other side of the world this Christmas. My relationship wasn’t with the Lord, it was with the blessings He’s given me. A true, raw, vulnerable relationship with Him could not happen until I was stripped away from everyone I hold dearly. This level of intimacy I now have with Him could never have happened back in good ole Kernersville. He has brought me here to learn how to find home and joy solely in Him.
I know this isn’t the happiest of blog posts, but sometimes the Lord calls us to a place of temporary unhappiness, with the intent of eternal joy. Usually in the hardest times is where I learn the most valuable lessons. As I write this with tears streaming down my face, I can tell you it is NOT easy.
I’m learning.
I’m stepping.
I’m finding true home this Christmas.
