Lately I have been feeling homesick…maybe it’ because I’m going to be an aunt again within a few weeks…maybe it’s because friends from back home are dealing with life, and I want to support them…maybe it’s because it’s what I know and am familiar with…maybe it’s simply because I would love to kiss my niece and hug my family… 

 

At the same time, I have found myself wondering what going home will be like…wondering if I’ll be so different…wondering if I’ll fit in…wondering if it will be home like I know it now… 

People say, “Home is where the heart is…” Sometimes it feels like little pieces of my heart are going to leave a little trail through 11 countries of this world…

 

{Where is my home?} 

One day during construction at our ministry site, I heard one of my teammates talking to another squad member about home. In passing she said, “My home is Jesus.”

 

“My home is Jesus…”

 

It’s true. No matter where I go, there’s a good chance I’ll miss my family, my friends…And it’s true, I might leave little pieces of my heart around the world…

Maybe the changes God brings will make me feel unsettled…or alone…or maybe physically homeless.

 

But it’s ok.

 

I don’t have to push against my heart changing…because God has my heart in His hands.

 

So. No matter where I go, no matter who I’m with, no matter who I serve and love. No matter how God changes me…

 

I’m always home.

 

Because home is where the heart is…and my heart rests beating in His hands.

 

Yesterday, we had the privileged of celebrating the baptism of a father and son. A story of brokenness, sin, anger and pain…transformed by the Healer. Their hearts were home.

 

While typing this up, I began to feel like this blog is meant for a specific person, but I don’t know who this person is…

 

Know that you are loved abundantly by God. He can and does restore, renew, and transform. You have been lost, but He sees you. He has found you. He won’t force you to come to Him, but He is always inviting you to come home. Let Him show you He is where your heart belongs.

 

He is Home—today and always.

 

I am praying for you.