Nevermore then when you are planning to leave home do you start thinking more about home. I have shared with many friends and family lately that I really do feel at home; maybe even for the first time in my life. I think about what home means to me.
Yesterday; I spent the day relaxing with a cherished friend, today I spun my niece in my arms, I danced with a 3 year old, I saw a sister and brother who had been separated reunite with hope. Yes, all of these things probably have been happening before every other place I have been but now it just overcomes me….in a good way of course.
I thought about it in the car tonight on the way back from a drive that perhaps God is flooding me with the sense of home could be for many reasons:
What came to mind first is that people who we will minister to on this trip no longer have a home; most have been snatched away from homes and family. Maybe God wants to use me to explain about the Jesus who makes his home in me and the things I have experienced because of it…the things I get to see outside of walls and limits.
Or maybe he is just trying to fill me with these wonderful memories so I have something to hold onto while on the other side of the world.
I can’t help but dream that the Jesus that lives inside of me feels that way about his home inside of me and he is just showing that. I want to give the feeling of home the feeling of Jesus away; and share it wherever I tread.
Please pray that the people we minister to will feel home.
