A sweet friend wrote me a letter and reminded me of this – You’re not leaving “home.” You’re learning what “home” really means. And wow was she right. This past month I have learned that above all else, the Father’s heart is my home. He is my dwelling place. He is where I lay my head for rest. He is where I find my security. He is where I know I am safe. He is where I am filled with joy. He is where I find life. He is my home.
I have also seen bits of “home” unfold all around me through my surroundings and team. Here is a glimpse into the new home that I have found here in Costa Rica.
Home is:
Our host, Tony, reading scripture over us at every meal.
Rosita’s cooking – I’m a sucker for her plantains and black beans.
The back row of Mauricio’s van. – Mau is our driver. He drives all 14 of us around in his van. He is selfless, hardworking, silly, and extremely hospitable.
Daily afternoon coffee and snack breaks at 3PM on the dot.
Watching the birds fly around and sing little songs of praise as the day begins.
Toucan, iguana, monkey, and humming bird sightings on the reg – the wildlife here is my absolute favorite!
The sound of the rain on our tin roof in the jungle.
Doing children’s ministry on Wednesdays and Saturdays – we spend time doing scripture memory games, sharing testimonies, worshiping, and just having a good time with them!
Long walks down the dirt road before dinner.
Line dried laundry.
Mine and Kenny’s blue bunk bed – we have the best late night talks, laughs, and prayers together.
Sharing my heart with my sweet team of girls.
The deep bonds of friendship that I have already formed.
A cold shower at the end of the day – some days it’s nice, other days I literally cannot breathe from how cold it is lol.
Farmily meals – farm + family = farmily
My “home” will look different from time to time during this journey, but my true home is unwavering and steadfast in the heart of God. Knowing that my home is always found in His heart makes it so much easier to travel around and be with new people and places as the months go on.
What does home mean to you?
