Home.

I’ve had the realization these past few weeks that when I go home it won’t be home, and that Guatemala isn’t home, but Malaysia isn’t home either.

Home is no longer a place.

It’s become more of the people around me but even then it’s still not fully home.

And I can’t even put my home in people because people can always fail us and then what? I’m broken because I’ve put my faith in people instead of in the Lord and His consistency.

And so I’ve just been pressing into finding my home with the Lord.

I mean as Jesus says, “Foxes have holes, and birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay his head.”

It’s been difficult because this idea of home I’ve had my whole life has come crumbling down but it’s also beautiful because I’m truly finding more of my home with Him.

Even when Jesus called the first disciples He called them from their home. He called them out of their normal lifestyle and into something unknown.

They had no idea what was to come. They had moments of doubt and moments of fear even after all they had seen and experienced.

Jesus never said that a journey with Him would be easy but He promises to always be there. In the moments of fear and doubt He is there. In the moments of joy and peace He is there.

And so I continue to press into finding my home with Him. Because He was, He is, and He always will be.